Sweet Dreams
I dream about him. I dream about his sky blue eyes, his midnight black hair and his unforgettable presence. I watch him move as gracefully as he possibly can. I memorize his lines, the one unspoken ones matter most. I watch his arms swing in every direction as he guides his sword into fiends. They never come near me but I'm still scared. I know it's a dream but they're all that's left of him.
Cure
He sat in my living room bleeding from all of his wounds. Never complained about how much it hurt but I knew that he wanted to scream and cry, or at least that's what I would do. His perfectly black hair was messed up and all in his face. I came into the room with two first aid kits. This wouldn't help at all but we tried. I wrapped him up and disinfected the cuts. I tried to heal a cut on his forearm but accidentally made it worse. IT grew into a gash in no time. He took in a deep breath. I muttered sorry and continued. He flinched and jerked away from me but never rejected the help. Eventually I gave up. He looked me in the eyes and asked; "Why did you stop?" I looked down and said sorry once more. "Don't be," he said "I know that you're trying and that's all that matters. Besides, you're my cure." I smiled and hugged him. "Owch!" He breathed. "Oh, sorry."
Difference
"You know the difference between you and other girls?" He once said as we sat swinging on the swing set at the park. "What?" I answered. He looked at me and leaned in for a kiss. Once we parted he told me the difference. "You're realistic and compassionate. You don't beg for attention or need it. You're just…you know, Aerith. You don't mind that I'm boneheaded either so that's a plus." I laughed at him and watched as he laughed at himself too.
Lullaby
I would sing while I did daily things but every time he came around, I would stop. It's not that I'm embarrassed it's just that the different feelings that radiate from him are never the same as the song I'm singing. I'll try to sing Pocketful of Sunshine when he's sad but it doesn't come out. Or like this one time when we were walking down the streets of the Slums and he was cheery. I had heard this new song but it was sort of an angry song. But no matter how hard I try it doesn't work. Then one day we were curled up next to my fireplace and he began to hum a familiar tune. I began to drift off trying to figure why he could sing in any mood but I couldn't. I should have cherished those lullabies.
Light
We stood in the doorway of the church. It was dawn and Zack was prepared to leave for Shinra. I had begged him to stay for one more minute but he was as stubborn as ever. I kissed him good bye and even this time he seemed reluctant to go. I simply waved before he turned to face the exit. But the strange thing was, that once he stepped outside a great burst of light came pouring into the church. It was like he stepped into Heaven without me.