Gone But Not Forgotten
Cloud Strife ran a hand overtop the gray tombstone that stood before him. He kneeled down and ran his fingers over the name. Holding back tears, the blonde laid the flowers he brought on top of the grave to replace the old ones.
"It's been five years, and I still haven't gotten over you," Cloud sighed. "I wish you were here. I love you."
After awhile, Cloud got up and walked back to his motorcycle, Fenrir. A single tear ran down his face. He wiped it away before driving home. The grave he visited was that of his dead lover: Squall Leonhart.