dreamsofsummer

Finally, Sephiroth had fallen under his blade. The battle had been long and wearying, on a deserted world full of nothing but dust. Then he'd struck his final blow and Sephiroth had bled with blood Cloud didn't know he'd possessed; his once great and intimidating form reduced to nothing but an empty shell, left to decompose on the ground of the world forever. Breathing heavily and close to unconsciousness, he'd returned to Hollow Bastion victoriously and submitted himself to Aerith's care. For days he'd lain in bed and recovered, something missing besides his health and vitality. His drive, his will to continue battle with his nemesis and ma

The day was dark and overcast, the smell of rain pervading everything. Inside the office, the cruel fluorescent lighting threw everything into stark contrast- the papers on the desk before him, the illumination of his monitor screen and the gray walls of the cubicle around him; adorned with nothing but a calendar. As usual the day was dragging and his work was providing constant pressure, there was no way he'd finish this report by the end of the day. Leon groaned and let his head lay in his hands, white shirt rolled to his sleeves so that his elbows felt the cool bite of his table. Today was not going to plan. "Leonhart!" As though on cue,

The soft lights of the night were fading. The decorations from the hall lay strewn over the tables and floor. The winter sky was lit only by the candles that floated like soft beacons above the heads of the band. The Weird Sisters were playing the last song of the night – and yet Harry found himself alone. Dance, your final dance This is your final chance His only companion was a butterbeer, warm from when he'd sat down with it long ago. His emerald gaze watched the last few couples twirling on the dance floor forlornly. There was no one he recognised… Ron and Hermione had disappeared long ago. Hermione stalking off to the common

I tried to run from him. I ignored his gasping breaths as his footsteps followed behind, the way the air tore through his lips like silent screams. Every now and then he'd reach for me as I slowed to regain my energy; but soon I would be running again, scared that he would catch me. His voice echoed in my ears, our last conversation to this moment. Again and again he had tried to tell me that I was worth something to him, that it mattered if I was gone. Again and again I would rebuff him, shrugging as if his emotions were nothing to me and letting his heart's plea for my attention go unanswered as I lost myself in my own silent struggle. He

It kind of felt like the end. Kind of. It wasn't exactly what he'd expected. There was no bright light, no choirs, no harps or angels. There was no laughter or music, or a single trace of blonde hair... Actually, against popular opinion, there wasn't really anything at all. He'd always guessed death wasn't like what he'd been told by those who actually believed... but he'd expected the after-life to be... different somehow. Lighter. He'd expected a feeling of floating, or flying as he disappeared into the ether. He'd expected colour and laughter; things he'd eventually learned to enjoy so much in life. He'd expected... him. Not this smothe