64 Damn Prompts #4
4. Lost Scene
The first time he messed up, he called Tifa by the wrong name. Dark blue eyes met ruby red for a confused moment before he left and locked himself into his (our shared) room.
I didn't even try to open the door for almost four hours.
"Leon?" I called while standing at the door. There was a click on the other side. I waited a few seconds before pushing the door inward.
Leon was face down on his bed, his hair spread out in a mess on his pillow and his boots and jacket on the floor beside his bed. Only the light on the bedtable between our beds was on. I moved to the other bed and leaned my blade and sheath on the wall between my bed and the nightstand before I sat down, looking at him.
After a while, Leon's head lifted and he looked at me.
"...I don't know why I called her that," he said. We stared at each other for a moment longer before I toed off my boots and lay back on my bed.
"She wasn't mad or anything," I said, looking at the cieling. I could see Leon shifting in my peripheral vision.
"Cloud."
I rolled onto my side to look at him, his position mirrored my own. Leon...Leon never looked helpless. He was our leader, he was strong for the rest of this world that we were trying to rebuild. But the look in his eyes was...he looked...lost.
A feeling I knew well.
"I don't know what's going on," he said, breaking eye contact as he looked down at his gloved hands, "I'm starting to remember...things. People, places, stuff that happened that I don't remember but I feel like I should." He brought one hand up to run through his hair.
"I don't know what to do anymore."
The silence that fell between us wasn't uncomfortable, just filled with Leon's almost tangible feeling of confusion.
"You do what you've been doing." He looked at me. I kept on going, "just deal with that when it comes, I guess. Even if you do keep getting these memories, there's not much you can do about them, so just keep doing what you've been doing."
There was a lot of stuff I left unsaid as I rolled onto my back. Like how much I wanted to add 'And we'll be there to help" at the end of that and how I knew he was probably mad at discovering that the past Aerith and Cid had given him when he'd come to this world not remembering his own wasn't true. But I didn't say anything.
And neither did he.
"-nks." I looked over to see Leon facing away now. I wasn't sure I'd even actually heard anything or that I'd heard what I thought I'd heard. But I wasn't about to ask.
The first time he messed up, he called Tifa by the wrong name. Dark blue eyes met ruby red for a confused moment before he left and locked himself into his (our shared) room.
I didn't even try to open the door for almost four hours.
"Leon?" I called while standing at the door. There was a click on the other side. I waited a few seconds before pushing the door inward.
Leon was face down on his bed, his hair spread out in a mess on his pillow and his boots and jacket on the floor beside his bed. Only the light on the bedtable between our beds was on. I moved to the other bed and leaned my blade and sheath on the wall between my bed and the nightstand before I sat down, looking at him.
After a while, Leon's head lifted and he looked at me.
"...I don't know why I called her that," he said. We stared at each other for a moment longer before I toed off my boots and lay back on my bed.
"She wasn't mad or anything," I said, looking at the cieling. I could see Leon shifting in my peripheral vision.
"Cloud."
I rolled onto my side to look at him, his position mirrored my own. Leon...Leon never looked helpless. He was our leader, he was strong for the rest of this world that we were trying to rebuild. But the look in his eyes was...he looked...lost.
A feeling I knew well.
"I don't know what's going on," he said, breaking eye contact as he looked down at his gloved hands, "I'm starting to remember...things. People, places, stuff that happened that I don't remember but I feel like I should." He brought one hand up to run through his hair.
"I don't know what to do anymore."
The silence that fell between us wasn't uncomfortable, just filled with Leon's almost tangible feeling of confusion.
"You do what you've been doing." He looked at me. I kept on going, "just deal with that when it comes, I guess. Even if you do keep getting these memories, there's not much you can do about them, so just keep doing what you've been doing."
There was a lot of stuff I left unsaid as I rolled onto my back. Like how much I wanted to add 'And we'll be there to help" at the end of that and how I knew he was probably mad at discovering that the past Aerith and Cid had given him when he'd come to this world not remembering his own wasn't true. But I didn't say anything.
And neither did he.
"-nks." I looked over to see Leon facing away now. I wasn't sure I'd even actually heard anything or that I'd heard what I thought I'd heard. But I wasn't about to ask.