Heaven
Written by: zhakeena / Spare Change

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Cloud’s eyes widened.

Stab.

The next few seconds, the soldier didn’t move. The tip of the sword reappeared after the short trip through his gut. It gleamed red under the dying sun. Blood. Dripping all over the rocks beneath his feet.

Sephiroth smiled.

Cloud fell on the ground.

Somewhere, Kadaj’s cries echoed through an empty church. That child was drowning. Lost.

Now he died just like her.

Now he’s dead just like her.

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Cloud awoke afterwards.

It was the flower field, that familiar heaven of his. The wind blew overhead. A faint peaceful song played from somewhere inside his tired soul.

He expected her to be there, somehow.

But he’s alone again. He awoke from a long sleep. Life is but a dream. Maybe she was a dream.

Alone.

This is heaven. Where will he go from there?

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Her smile lit up the dark, fragile edges of the Planet.

the end-

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Note: This is the shortest fic I’ve ever written. I was playing with my writing technique, as always—call this an experimental short story. I hope I didn’t do too badly. Haha. ;) Try to analyze what I just did. It’s fun!

… or if you didn’t enjoy it, think of it as a short film or something.