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Author of 31 Stories |
OH MY GOD. It has been so long. X Hello. Have ya missed me? Yea, sorry. FFVII and I had a bit of a falling out and I have been desperately trying to get back into it. (I ended up doing CC, LO, FFVII, AC, and DoC all in one week. Talk about overload.) It failed and I eventually resorted to watching videos on Youtube. Yum, right? I deleted 43, so, whatever.
Sometimes, he didn't know who he was. Was he Cloud Strife?
Sometimes, he'd catch memories of himself looking into a mirror. Only, the person staring back had black hair.
Sometimes, he'd remember a man with a smile and a lecture ready. He didn't know his name.
Sometimes, he'd remember the hot, humid air of the Gongaga jungle. He had never been there before.
Sometimes, he'd remember kissing a girl with light brown hair and green eyes. He knew he had never met her before crashing into her church.
Sometimes, the name “Zack” flickered across his tongue when introducing himself. He didn't know a Zack.
Sometimes, he'd remember aspiring to be a hero. Didn't he?
Sometimes, his breath would catch at the sight of a white feather. Why?
Sometimes, he wanted to know who stared back at him from the mirror. Who is Zack Fair?
God, this is so trippy. I dunno what the hell happened while I wrote this.