staggers: (ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ)
cloud strife. ([personal profile] staggers) wrote 2015-08-12 04:32 am (UTC)

voice.

[ despite himself, cloud pulls a face — too young for how old he feels, but the muscle memory is there. he lets out a breath, shaky at best, but even with the way his chest tightens, there's a warmth.

but with aerith, there's always a warmth.
]

How did—

[ he interrupts himself, tries to gather his thoughts in a way that makes sense. he isn't sure he wants them to, though. not if it means she's alive and she's here. ]

When did you— [ no, try again, strife. when he lets out a breath this time, it's lighter, happier. ] I thought I'd be better at this by the time I saw you again.

[ but there's still guilt there, gnawing its way at the lining of his stomach. there wouldn't be a how if she'd never met him, would there? ]

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