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and under the celestial glow of the night, he lies there against the sand, eyes dried and cracked from tears.
his heart aches as he gazes up at the stars, wondering why everything that had happened, happened. his village, the people, his mother; all ripped away from him in the blink of an eye.
he hated that bastard more than anything else in the world; that monster that ruined his life completely. it wasn’t fair that he could simply destroy everything he cared about with just the snap of his fingers, yet fate decided that she would allow that tragedy to occur anyway.
cloud wished for nothing more than to be normal, to understand those around him, to not be so much of an asshole; a burden. he wanted to be there for tifa, for barret, for yuffie, vincent, cid, marlene, denzel, and so many others.
he wasn’t even there for poor aerith.
life wasn’t fair to him— Gaia wasn’t fair to him—yet it didn’t matter at all. all cloud wished for was the hope that things would be okay, the assurance that he wasn’t fucking everything up the way he tended to do.
grant him the mercy of being human; of being afraid.