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I could die here, he thinks, lying in the piece of earth, surrounded with the deep smell of flowers. Life.
It's a tiny secret spot of life, in the city of mako, under a broken steel sky. It's a little proof of perserverance, of hope. And in the end, he wants to die here.
In the earth she once managed. In the flowers she once take care of. He could die there, and be happy.
It's the closest i can be to your embrace, Cloud thinks, wanting to surrender.
He close his eyes and lean his cheek in the fresh dirt. Maybe is he half sleep, or half dying, his consciousness alternating between the pain of his arm and reality.
There are a gentle breeze, and petals falls softly in his hair, brushing his forehead, like a ghostly touch. He almost can sense it like a familiar hand.
"You can't give up."
Now the flowers talk to him, because he's the only one still there, the only one left. They talk to him and their voice is very similar to hers.
So Cloud lives for another day.