Pure Hearts


Loves eternal round

Gen could feel something hard shuffled down his throat; he felt warm air being pushed into his lungs. His heart started to race, he wanted to breath, to move! His eyes felt too heavy to lift, a machine was beeping faster wit each second, his eyes popped open as he felt the hard object being pulled out of his dry throat. He gagged and coughed still tasting the plastic on the blue hose, his head exploded in pain and nausea as he tried to sit up. A young nurse was gently pushing him back down with her hand; she placed her free hand on his forehead.

"Lay down." She said in a concerned voice. "You're still not ready to get up yet."

All gen could do was sharply inhale the cool, crisp air. His mind soon cleared of the foggy nausea. He looked over to a small table; he saw his journal next to a white jar, full of dying, black roses.

"Excuse me?" he asked turning back to the nurse. "How long have those been there? And who brought them in?"

"Oh those old things?" she replied as she took out the needle from his wrist. "A young girl brought them in about two weeks ago. She used to come and visit you every day, but stopped coming about a week ago."

Gen's heart sank memories and pain shot back through his mind.

"Oh no, Marlene must think I'm not coming back! I've got to find her."

Gen threw the sheets off of him, the nurse nearly jumped out of her socks as she watched his radiant wing stretch wide. She just stared as he quickly grabbed his clothes and rapidly tried to put them on. She came back to her senses; she tried to block the door, trying to stop him from leaving.

"You can't leave yet! We still have to make sure you're ok! We just have to run some tests then you can leave tomorrow, just-"

"Tomorrow can't wait! I have to go now!"

The nurse stood firm, Gen looked over to the open window and saw his chance. Before the nurse could respond he bolted, throwing himself out the window. She could only watch in amazement as his feathers stretched wide as he took to the air, and flew out of site.

Marlene walked along the smooth, grey sidewalk. Her fingers brushed all the varied colored flowers as she walked by. She was in her favorite place to walk, just outside the orphanage near the entrance to Midgar. Her heart lightened as she saw that most of the plants affected by Sephiroth's drain had sprung back to life after his defeat. But she still felt a small twinge ache in her heart whenever she thought about Genesis.

"I can't believe… that's he's not coming back. I don't know what to do… I think he would have wanted me to move on… but how can I ever be sure?"

She stopped in front of some, golden-yellow daffodils; she kneeled down and stretched her fingers, felling their soft, velvety, silky pedals. She inhaled there sweet, honey-like scent, she easily plucked one from its stem. Twirling it in her fingers as she walked over to a white, cobble stone fountain, it was carved with flowers and birds all along its rim. She gently pulled a soft, small, yellow pedal and threw it onto the still water. She watched as the ripples expanded as it smoothly floated on the water's surface. Her eyes widened as she saw a small, soft, white feather land on top of the water next to the pedal.

She slowly turned, her heart leaped as she watched Gen slowly glide his way down to the ground. He softly landed in front of her, enveloping his wing around her, she felt the warm, delicate, soft, light feathers against her skin. He looked into her chocolate eyes, his chest swelled as he lifted up his journal.

"I… I wrote something for you." he whispered. "I wanted to give it to you before this all happened… but I guess now is better than ever."

Marlene felt a single, warm tear fall down her cheek as she took the journal from his smooth, pale hand. She opened it to a blue marker, reading the words written in black, beautiful, cursive writing.

"The sun rises above the hillcrest,
as does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
from you I will never depart.

Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chirp in their nests;
as you watch me gently sleep,
my love to you I silently profess.

I enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as you smile and dream;
you bring me to stillness and peace,
like that of a slow flowing stream.

My heart and soul flow with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
That I've been handed a sweet angel,
An angel to love and to protect.

A vow to myself I make,
as you quietly sleep away;
to love and always cherish you,
until my last breath... until my last day."

He gently tilted her head up with his fingers, looking into those chocolate pools of kindness and love. They softly wrapped their arms around each other, everything about the moment, time, and place was right. In this moment as their lips touched, they created the most passionate, affectionate, tender kiss in love's entire, eternal round.