Author's Notes: AU! I say that because Reeve could not have lived where this story implies and still build Midgar. He just isn't that kind of cruel person.
Theme: Winter
Memories
One thing he regretted most in his life was that there were no seasons in Midgar. No new life in spring, no changing colors in fall, no storms and heat waves in the summer, and no refreshing cold of winter. It was this he missed the most.
He'd been born, much like another hero who 'fought' Sephiroth, in Cosmo Canyon. The small town received its seasons in splendorous beauty. The summers were sweltering because of the heat absorbed by the rocks and humid during the violent storms that could take over. The falls were dazzling because of the way the forests outside of the canyon would suddenly become crimson like the stones themselves. The springs would be delightful because the baby animals were born and children would play for hours new the great fire. But winters were always the best with the rarest delights.
It did not often snow, but it was better that way. Yet there were still the most marvelous things when it did… icicles. The little glistening things hung from every crack and when the sun hit them just right the canyons looked like precious gems. His mother, and most of the mothers really, would take a few when the day was at its hottest and would sprinkle them with sugar and powdered berry mix. Then these frozen delights were shared by all in joy.
There were no popsicles in Cosmo Canyon, only icicles and smiles of frozen joy on the faces of children. In Midgar Reeve had been forced to settle with company made frozen juices, because the real things of his childhood did not exist here. Yet his final thoughts in his time upon the planet were on the twinkling beauty of icicles covering the canyon and the tasty winter treat of his childhood.