Nope, nada, nyet, do not own FF7.
Drabble sixteen: In which Cloud turns sixteen.
Mature
Cloud stared at the cake, feeling almost embarrassed...but there was no one else around. Just his own mother, with a silly birthday hat on.
Sometimes Cloud wished he could tell his mother that he hated celebrating his birthday.
How he hated the stupid homemade cake, the stupid hat...the sad smile on his mother's face...
Cloud wondered if his father had left on his birthday and that was why his mother always had a sad face.
Was she expecting him to come home with a 'Sorry, lost my way' and sixteen years worth of presents?
Would she forgive him so easily?
Cloud really hated celebrating his birthdays, especially right now. If his mother could forgive his father...
Why couldn't he?
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Drabble 16, end! Whoa, don't have any clue where that came from...and sorry it's shorter then usual. Bwhehehe. Anyway, thanks to Beeria, KDA (Hehe, sorry about that. And I'll be sure to put a drabble like that eventually. And I think you can't baby-sit anymore would be the duct-tape thing.), Sesshy is sexii, Wish-full Thinker (Thank you, and I'll be sure to incorporate that idea eventually into thy drabble fanfic.).