A/N: This is a little rocky, since a couple songs helped inspire this one. Sorry if it doesn't make complete sense. I love it, though.

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.

He never thought he'd get up again.

The rain hit his face as he stared at the sky, watching the clouds and supposedly the gods cry for the death of a hero. He felt sick at that thought. The death of a hero. A hero was dead.

Well, he wasn't quite dead. He felt like he could be dead, but he didn't think that death was this painful. And if he was dead, then why was he breathing? And why was the life stream in a state of rain showers? Really, you'd imagine vast flower fields and clouds and endless sun and sky when you think of the life stream. He always imagined that it would sort of be like being with the flower girl he loved as closely as he would love a sister.

Opening his eyes, he winced with the effort. Who knew that opening one's eyes actually took a lot of concentration and willpower? When at full strength, it just kind of happened. He never appreciated the little things his body did enough when he was still alive.

He looked over to see a head of blonde crawling towards him shakily, and he smiled a bit in spite of the situation. Good ol' Spiky…Finally he woke up at the most inopportune moment. Or maybe the most opportune. Zack wasn't exactly sure. He waited patiently until the blonde was next to him, watching him with lost, child's eyes and he spoke to him. He said the same things his mentor had once said to him, handing him the same sword that his mentor had once held with pride for his position, for his values and for his family.

He then closed his eyes, letting his mind drift for a little while.

It was a peaceful while after that; he rested, feeling the rain fluctuate for a bit before finally stopping. He only opened his eyes again, much easier than before, when he felt the warm sun on his face. Looking up, he saw a bright pink sky with clouds, the rays of light shining through like the face of the Goddess. He smiled, watching as a blot seemed to come down towards him, and slowly he reached his hand up, taking hold of the hand that reached down towards him.

As he rose into the sky, heading towards the life stream and to a peace he had never known, he vaguely remembered the words he had said after Angeal had passed on.

Those wings…I want them too.