A/N: I like this one. The two characters are pretty obvious, but I like how it's written really vaguely. I hope you enjoy it, as well.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
He looked up into the brown eyes of his childhood friend and old crush, feeling the tight grip of leather on leather, inwardly wincing as she squeezed onto his fingers with a vice grip.
He watched as his mentor and friend walked towards him with cold eyes, his face in a scowl, his shoulders tense and his posture aggressive.
He could feel his fingers slipping through her fingers, could feel the weight of his uniform, of his sword, of his forgotten memories and of his duties weighing down on him.
He could feel the words bite through his skin, the stare pierce through his heart, and the meaning of both weighing down on his heart, causing him to step closer to the edge.
He closed his eyes as he felt the vice give, feeling himself fall back as if he had meant to do a free fall, letting his arms spread out like wings as if he were just a broken bird and not a broken man.
He cried out as he felt the spell knock into his chest, falling back and staring up into the stare of his mentor as he watched him fall towards the pitch blackness as if he were a toy he had thrown away because he was useless to him now.
Darkness spread throughout his entire being, filling him with painless cotton.
He was blinded by bright white as his head smashed against hard wood before landing on soft dirt and petals.
He woke up to the sight of an angel.