AN: Yes, this is a very short, sad, and sappy drabble. Basically Cloud is thinking about Zack and his death.

Disclaimer: Um...no I do not own the characters. I wish I did though!

Warning: None really, just some blood and major angst. Character death.

xoxoxoxoxo

Back then I knew I was weak. Mentally and physically I had no strength. Compared to your grace and power I was nothing. I can still remember us sitting side by side that night, the night before I lost you forever.

We weren’t speaking, mostly because at this point in our friendship there were moments that we didn’t need to talk to express ourselves. The silence that was wrapped around us was enough to make anyone nervous. I felt more conscious of myself, or maybe more of you and the soft, slow beat of you heart.

I had imagined that you would always be there; always continue to encourage me to fight to be a SOLDIER like you. How wrong I was to believe in such a foolish dream. You were always there to hold my hand, to support me when I needed help the most.

When you died it was like the carpet was pulled out from underneath me. I lost my balance and nearly fell. You were solid and unyielding; I was the tears falling down your face. I would have given anything to be you. As you died you smiled and croaked out, “So Cloud weren’t you going to save me?” Blood slowly dripped from your lips as you began to gasp for breath, trying to hold on to life. And then it was over and it was better than it seemed.

And sometimes when I dream I still see you and your Mako enhanced eyes glowing cheerfully. And as your hand touches my face, you smile regretfully and excuse me while I fall apart.