Ch. 2 The Dream
Cloud was sitting there by himself, wondering how all this happened, and how he got involved. He couldn't help but feel guilty for letting Aerith die. He watched the sun set through the window, and decided to meet with the others.
Not much was said between Cloud and the others. They all knew he was suffering, and they couldn't do anything about it. Tifa was especially heartbroken because she couldn't do anything for the one she loved. All she could do for him is hope that he'd be alright.
"Cloud, what's wrong?" asked a familiar voice.
"Aerith…?" was all he could manage. Cloud opened his eyes to see her standing there, a smile on her face, her long brown hair tied up in a ribbon. Her eyes glistened with warmth and compassion. Just then, a sword was pierced through her stomach, the blood pouring out. He watched in horror as the One-Winged Angel stepped from behind her, as she fell to the ground, bloody and lifeless. As Cloud looked on in shock, Sephiroth let out a laugh and walked away.
Cloud awoke in a panic. He would never sleep the same again.