Lethal sun, envious moon

Cloud

It was another early morning for me at the beach. I had started to work out and after a while I didn't need crutches or canes to help me stand up. My dad was so happy with my results he even took a week off from the office and came here. Like every time he brought his work and his damn "Highwind Airways" here again. Before my illness he constantly haunted me with the idea of becoming a pilot and then I would have taken over the company. I hated that perfect dream of his so bad I even punched him in the face for that – he never asked what I wanted to do! He knew but he didn't care...Next day mum died and I started to hate him more. He has been a workaholic ever since...

I don't know what happened on that day but it changed my life to the worst. I ran away from home and joined a rebellions gang. I guess even the first members didn't remember why they were protesting because of the endless party they were having all the time. All I cared about was getting my head clear of home and the brainwash with constant alcohol, vandalising and robbing worked for me.

Then one day a raid to our hangar stopped it all. I was sent to home and dad grounded me like a little kid who had done something bad. Of course I had done bad things but I was almost a grown man and ready to suffer the consequences. By that time I was so messed up I didn't care where I slept – home, at the street or the prison.

He didn't have to say a thing - the painful amount of disappointment in his eyes talked for him. He was blaming himself for everything and I was...I was being an ass hole and supported his thoughts with a silence. I never apologized. Would it have made any difference later?

I lied in my room with Barret guarding me behind the door for days with a headache. Firs I hoped it was the hangover and it would go away but it just kept going worse until I couldn't sleep and screamed of pain.

The diagnosis was a brain tumour – same disease that took mum. And then I moved to the hospital – surgeries, pills, nurses, tests... they had to remove it 3 times and the last one paralyzed me, my legs and my left arm went numb.

I had no idea what dad would have done if I wouldn't have survived it and died. He would have gone mad probably...

I was running my usual path along the beach line at dawn. After a few miles I saw something lying on the misty shore. I ran closer and then I realized it was a young woman. The seaweed and her incredibly long dark hair covered her naked body while the cold seawater washed her feet. I leaned over the girl to see if she was alive – her skin was pale and cold but she was still breathing. I covered the stranger with my jacket and raised her to my arms to take her inside.

I carried the unconscious girl to the house as fast as I could. Her slow breathing and weak heartbeats worried me and even the thought of loosing her any second crossed my mind.

When I made it to the house the sun had reached the horizon and I was able to see her face – she had a very unique beauty, almost like out of this world. Although she was almost dieing there was a soft calm smile on her face.

Finally I was at the porch and I practically ran to the door. "Get the nurse" I called to Barett who was making coffee at the kitchen and carried the girl upstairs. I took her to the nearest guestrooms and buried her into fluffy white pillows and blankets. "What's the matter, sir? You called for a nurse?" Barret was standing on the door apparently still waking up. "I found her at the beach freezing. Please wake Shalua so she would be examined..." I talked slowly for Barret to understand – his mind wasn't very fast in the mornings. Barret lifted an eyebrow but after noticing a dark head resting on the pillow he realized what I was talking about and left the room to comply my request.

I sighted and walked to the window. While she was safe from the worst my worries were replaced with questions – who was she, where did she came from and how did she end up here? I didn't want to jump into conclusions so I tried not to imagine anything.

Shalua finally came in her usual white dressing gown and a worried look. "What's the matter, sir?" She yawned and rubbed her eyes. I was forced to repeat my words to her. "Will you please make sure that the girl in the bed is all right. I found her at the beach, undressed, unconscious." She turned her head to the bed and startled. "Oh my..." She whispered and rushed to the girl. The nurse checked her pulse and temperature. "She was at the beach, eh? Pore thing, water is very cold in the mornings...There is nothing to worry about – she is just hypothermic. There seams to be no frostbites...we'll find out when she wakes up." She explained looking over the girls fingers. "Wonder what happened to her..."

"I have no idea..." I mumbled glaring at the horizon where the sun had risen. Somehow it seamed brighter...

"I will leave her to you. Make sure she has everything she needs...and tell the maid to find some clothes for her." With saying that I walked out and left the nurse pulling on the curtains. I didn't want to hear more questions from others or even in my head so I decided to head out – to the cliffs. After a quick shower and changing my clothes I grabbed my gear, jumped on my bike and drove off.

As soon as I felt the cold wind on my face all the troubles in the world just flew away. My mind was resting and I remembered why I loved this place. The forest around me kept changing colour every second, the sound of the ocean and the birds singing seamed to harmonize with the engines silent growl. For a second I was happy...

After climbing up the steepest cliff on the island about 15 minutes away from the house, I leaned against the rocks and slaked my thirst. I noticed some dolphins playing in the waves far in the open water, sun making it shine like diamonds. This sight reminded me something but I couldn't recall it...As if I would have seen it in a dream before.

The sun had reached high when I started to climb down. I was pushing myself away from the cliff looking down as the ground came closer and closer. Then I felt how the rope somehow gave away and I fell on the ground like a rock. With a stabbing pain in my back and my head I blacked out right away...

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"Aerith, come back here, what are you doing?"

"Shh, can't you see that he needs help. His bleeding..."

I felt a warm hand on my forehead. The touch felt very soft and unreal reviling the pain my entire body was in. I had no idea where I was or how long I had been passed out, my track of time was gone. My eyelids were almost impossible to open but when I finally managed to do it an angel with green eyes and wavy brown hair appeared through the fog. There was this mystical soft glow around her as she was sitting right next to me.

"Marlene, get me some water from the spring and some fresh weeds to make balm." The angel said to someone in the distance. "Please hurry..."

I was trying to figure out who she was but it seamed my head was full of cotton. I was ready to open my eyes and ask her when she pressed her finger on my lips and shook her head. "Rest..."She whispered with a very hypnotic voice. With a smile on her face she pulled her hand over my eyes and I fell asleep...