More than he ever wanted to admit. More so than he'd have thought it would have, much more than when he was barely speculating on it himself after talking with Tifa. By the time he'd parted ways with Sephiroth, his uncertainty and discontent with that possible situation had heightened so much that he had fleeting hopes Aerith wouldn't be coming back. Not because he wasn't worried or didn't care or didn't want to see her again, but because he wasn't sure just how he'd be able to look her in the eye again, if that was true. If.There was no proof, exactly, and his source had been Sephiroth and one hell of an unstable atmosphere that definitely helped hype the imagery. Zack was not so naive to believe that what he'd seen and been told was 100% accurately true, but that didn't stop him from feeling the way he did. Because, what if it was true
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So, maybe in the end, this truly was his fault. Something he should have expected, something that life just unfortunately had to tell him. He was so sorry, and he'd never be able to tell them how sorry he was for feeling this way. He wanted to be happy she'd not been completely miserable up until her death. He wanted to be happy that Cloud had found some confidence and solstice in the flower girl that Zack had been as privileged to receive through his ups and downs. After Angeal, she'd been the only one he could turn to. The only person he'd wanted to turn to.
And now that this had happened, the only one who could have helped him was Angeal; some who wasn't there. Someone he right now wanted to be there more than anything. Angeal, too, had abandoned him in favor of Genesis, but it was different. Angeal's hand had always been lying face up on the table. And while Zack couldn't always read it, always decipher where the older man was going next, it was there for him to see if he looked hard enough. But Aerith and Cloud
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Oh, his voice was something that she had missed. And despite not having heard it for nearly five years, she could clearly recall the way he had sounded during their last phone call to one another, and hearing that same voice again had her stunned. Making a noise that was half choked gasp and half squeak of surprise, Aerith could only stare over at him for quite some time. She had just been bleeding, so everything that was happening was real. Wasn't it? That was the part that she didn't know for sure, but she couldn't allow herself to waste too much time dwelling over the concept of fantasy and reality. What did it matter, if it was all just a dream? She was getting to see Zack again, getting to hear him, and getting to be close to him. Wasn't that enough
( ... )
"Zack? Is this all only a dream? Or are we in the Lifestream? I don't want any of this to be just pretend. I wanted the moment we saw each other again to be real. I wanted you to be proud of me." And it was with that admission that she realized that she had accepted his death, by wanting him to be watching over her from the Lifestream. It was with guilt that she took a step back, and looked up at him with a deep frown and nothing but sorrow in her eyes. "I...I'm sorry
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More than he ever wanted to admit. More so than he'd have thought it would have, much more than when he was barely speculating on it himself after talking with Tifa. By the time he'd parted ways with Sephiroth, his uncertainty and discontent with that possible situation had heightened so much that he had fleeting hopes Aerith wouldn't be coming back. Not because he wasn't worried or didn't care or didn't want to see her again, but because he wasn't sure just how he'd be able to look her in the eye again, if that was true. If.There was no proof, exactly, and his source had been Sephiroth and one hell of an unstable atmosphere that definitely helped hype the imagery. Zack was not so naive to believe that what he'd seen and been told was 100% accurately true, but that didn't stop him from feeling the way he did. Because, what if it was true ( ... )
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And now that this had happened, the only one who could have helped him was Angeal; some who wasn't there. Someone he right now wanted to be there more than anything. Angeal, too, had abandoned him in favor of Genesis, but it was different. Angeal's hand had always been lying face up on the table. And while Zack couldn't always read it, always decipher where the older man was going next, it was there for him to see if he looked hard enough. But Aerith and Cloud ( ... )
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