Dilly Dally Shilly Shally

Dilly Dally Shilly Shally

An FFVII fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the characters. They belong to Square-Enix, who are absolute gods in my opinion. I bow to them in their genius. I promise to give the characters back when I'm done playing with them.

Just a little one-shot on Cloud's thoughts….Hope you like, reviews are appreciated.

Dilly-Dally Shilly-Shally.

Simple, innocent words, they were.

They sounded familiar to him, like something out of a child's nursery rhyme.

And yet, he couldn't quite place them.

Perhaps his mother had said it to him long ago. A way of telling him to forget his worries.

Dilly-Dally Shilly-Shally.

Four simple, silly little words, and yet, they said so much.

Tifa…Tifa had said those words.

"I think she wants you to move on man."

Reno's words resonated in his head.

Move on. Right. Easier said than done.

Just like it was easier said than done to forget Aeris and Zack.

Much easier.

He took the old, rusted Buster sword he'd once carried throughout his journey as a reminder of his old friend. His first friend. He'd planted it into the soil, on the cliff overlooking what was left of Midgar.

Like a grave marker. Or perhaps a memorial.

Seemed appropriate.

Everyday on his runs, he would bring flowers to place beside the sword. Flowers from Aeris's beloved church.

Her voice echoed in his mind.

I think I want to be…forgiven.

By who?

But... I let you die.

Dilly Dally, Shilly Shally. Isn't it time you did the forgiving?

Her voice was light, playful. Amused. Serene.

Maybe she was right.

Perhaps it was time for him to do the forgiving.

Dilly Dally Shilly Shally.

Still, he had a long way to go. Lots of dallying to do.