Reno's p.o.v:
It was raining like Hell out here. The wind was whipping my hair around, gettin' caught in my mouth while it stung my face. Most times I'd be complaining about it, wondering why I didn't bring an umbrella. This time though I couldn't find the words to speak on the torrential downpour happening around me. I just stayed silent and continued to walk.
Cloud wouldn't have said anything.
If he was still alive, he would've tipped his head back, even smiled a little.
And just walked. He always loved the rain.
And if my heart wasn't ripped out of my chest I would love it too.
I can't see the world in the same way now that he's gone. He was moody, but he brought light into my life and that was enough to make me happy. I'd been through enough shit to appreciate any happiness I was given. Even if it was ripped from my chest a moment later. I couldn't help the twinge of pain that surfaced in my heart.
All I could see was his crystal blue eyes.
They were always so captivating, like a clear sky always shone behind his eyes. And all the beauty in the world had nothing on his smile. It was so sincere and so sad, yet full of love and affection for who he cared about most. He was always such a beautiful creature. Even when the pan wracked his body and confined him to the hell inside his head. Even when he smiled despite the lifelessness haunting his eyes.
Even when the vodka seeped into his clothes and mixed with the blood on the floor. But I will never forget his smile.
So as per usual, nicotine was my best friend until death and running myself ragged finding who had Cloud killed was totally acceptable. Shutting out everybody and everything was the norm for me, as concerning as it was to everyone else. But I shrugged them off and kept it up. Even with my physique becoming more of a skeleton than actual body. Even after collapsing into bed every night meant I might not rise again tomorrow.
But that's okay. The blood left on the floor will be cleaned up tomorrow.
-end of part-