Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Goodbye, Short, Tissue and Violence/ Torture
Mindless Babble:
It rained that day, heavy droplets hitting the red and orange leaves of the autumn clad trees that surround the small, dying field already filled with death. The sky rumbled with a rage that shook the ground while the lightening reminded the four that stood their ground in the face of nature's fury of what had been lost to them. The tamed wind brushed past soaked black fabric and across damp skin which the rain had yet to kiss, as if to offer a bit of comfort and sympathy.
Fresh water flowed off polished dark wood, dripping off silver handles. A symbol of a boxed-in diamond had been carved into the top of the casket, the family crest of those who had loved the one now resting on dark blue velvet inside. A bouquet of burgundy roses rested just below the crest, rain drops pooling between the soft petals.
There had been no hymns sung, no words of comfort spoken, for the man laid to rest would never have wanted any of that. Instead, the four co-workers- team mates –friends- family - shared a bottle of saki, each taking a drink from the bottle before pouring the rest over the freshly packed dirt.
The shadow stretched, as the four walked away from the place they had visited many times before, reminding each of them of their own fate.