The world was ending.

This wasn't a metaphor. The apocalypse was fast approaching.

Where was the Planet's Savior?

He was curled up in a ball on your couch, watching DVDsand eating your last bag of Cheetos.

"I don't have another miracle, ____. Aerith is dead. There's nothing I can do."

You understood.

The night it happened, you were in bed, holding tight to each other.

When the light came close, Cloud grasped onto you as hard as he could.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

He was crying. You thanked Gaia for everything.

That was all there was.