Over the look of the field, it was a great day to battle... and its beauty of the sun's ruddiness from above the skies encouraged and or reminded us of bloodshed. It was dark and cold, even though it looked as if it was a hot, humid weather. The wetness alongside of my boots verified that the morning dew were settling on the ground since dawn. I shivered from the chilly winds. The winds whistled in my ears from the position I was in. Moving around was undesirable in this weather condition. Instead, I stood on the heightened ground where no one could possible see me from below.
I couldn't tell if Cloud was going to attack the monster or not and that was the reason why I was fascinated by him. To be honest, I have never seen a great soldier like him before. His skills were beyond real.
Cloud, as usual, had defeated the challenger and moved on. I loved it when he used his trademark, spinning his blade and settling it back in its case. He stood there, waiting. Even from there, I could see that there were no emotions written across his face. Sadness or fury maybe, but I knew he had changed. Still him, though. One thing will never change- war. Most of us never believed that there was any peace in this world.
Cloud...
When I saw him that day, my heart gave in annoying blossoming of joyness. It hurt. When I smiled, it hurt and I didn't think I'd deserve to be smiling. I didn't want to because smiling brought me bad memories- all the bad things I've done to Cloud...
He would never forgive me and I wanted to approach to him so badly... just to apologize for once. I would understand if he had refused to forgive... and I didn't know what other ways to prove him that I AM the same Sephiroth he knew before...
