「 where is that old friend gone? 」
characters: The ghost of Zack Fair, open to anyone.
location: Wandering about in the slums.
time: Early evening.
rating: Going with PG for generally unpleasant imagery.
open/closed: Very much open!
summary: One of the spectres that appeared in the city seems to be searching for something. Or someone. Poor guy. That sword sure looks heavy.
( Lost in a February song. )
location: Wandering about in the slums.
time: Early evening.
rating: Going with PG for generally unpleasant imagery.
open/closed: Very much open!
summary: One of the spectres that appeared in the city seems to be searching for something. Or someone. Poor guy. That sword sure looks heavy.
( Lost in a February song. )
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The ghost lifts his head and turns toward her, a smile on his face as he recognizes her. To him, she hasn't changed. She's still the sweet, shy young girl that he remembers. And that's perfect. That's everything he needs to see.
Metal scrapes along the ground once more as the ghost drags the heavy blade with him, slowly making his way towards her. His girl, his beautiful girl. His steps are small, gradual, and shaking as much as his breathing. Blood steadily flows from the many gunshot wounds over his body, but he's smiling nonetheless.
He's so proud of himself. He knew he'd be strong enough.
"Aerith ..."
He reaches out with a trembling hand, but that single movement is too much, and he falls down to his knees. But still he keeps going, shuffling ever closer.
"I made it ... I promised ... I made it back ..."
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Her touch is so warm to him. Her very presence is of the most comfort to him, that he no longer feels the need to keep fighting. He completed his journey. He fulfilled his promise. This is the last part of his story, the one that he never got a chance to see last time. And it's made him so happy that he can't seem to stop smiling, no matter how much it hurts.
It does trouble him that she looks so frightened, however.
The ghost tries to fix that, smiling as reassuringly as he can as he lifts the hand not gripping the broadsword's hilt to touch her cheek gently. None of the blood covering his fingers stains her lovely skin, which he's quite thankful for.
"Don't look so sad. I ... I made it back to you. Don't worry, it's okay now ... remember, I promised you ..."
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Aerith isn't sure how not to, not when she's seeing Zack like this, when it appears she's too late to do much of anything about it. That is, if she could've done something to start with. She doesn't know how to heal people the way others in this place can, and suddenly she's very aware of that limitation.
Still she tries to steel herself, it'd be selfish to get into those thoughts, to get too upset in front of Zack right now. She doesn't know how long he'll stay right there, and Aerith reminds herself about that, carefully resting a hand over the translucent one touching her face. And she does her best to smile despite feeling as though her heart's been seized by a rough hand and clamped down on.
"Y-You did come back." She acknowledges, trying to sound as steady as she can, as glad for this fact as she can.
It's the least she can do.
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Just in time, not like last time.
For a moment, the ghost thinks he's better. The real one, the human, he never made it back. He failed. The ghost is stronger in that aspect. The ghost was able to fight them all off, to keep them back long enough to protect his friend, and travelled the rest of the way here. Home. With her, where she waited for him all these years. How he's missed her smile, her voice, her gentle touch against his hand.
Now, well. That's all over.
Still smiling, the ghost's eyes close as he collapses to the ground, laying on his side close to her. His journey's over, this was his destination and he finally, finally made it. He's so tired.
"Sorry it took me so long ... but I made it. I fought them all ... to get back to you. And I did. I'm so glad ..."
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