Zack had no grave.
There was no place you could go to cry, nowhere you could leave letters, nowhere you could breathe deep and pretend you could still smell him.
It had been ten years since, and loving Cloud with all the fierceness you could muster would never fill it.
"Why? I know…why he went, but why did he lose?"
Cloud was silent, accompanying you to visit the site of Zack's death. You turned to the sky and sighed.
"He's up there, right?"
"…I don't know where else he'd be."
"…He was a hero, wasn't he."
It wasn't a question.
