Drabble: The Fine Art Of Moving On
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bofoddityI seem to be incapable of producing anything longer than a ficlet this year, which is really starting to annoy me. Anyway, another drabble.
Title: The Fine Art Of Moving On
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Cloud
Rating: G
Words: 100
Summary: Cloud liked being alive.
The thing was, Cloud liked being alive.
He was happy to wake up to a new day. He liked to laugh. He wanted to laugh. The day he found Geostigma from his body, his world ended.
Yet, there was a voice inside him that said he had no right to feel like that. The voice spoke of Zack, Aerith and sacrifices, and Cloud hated them both for not letting him go.
But eventually the illness faded, and the anger, and he realized his blame had been misdirected. By then Cloud had learned to forgive, and loved breathing more than ever.
Title: The Fine Art Of Moving On
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Cloud
Rating: G
Words: 100
Summary: Cloud liked being alive.
The thing was, Cloud liked being alive.
He was happy to wake up to a new day. He liked to laugh. He wanted to laugh. The day he found Geostigma from his body, his world ended.
Yet, there was a voice inside him that said he had no right to feel like that. The voice spoke of Zack, Aerith and sacrifices, and Cloud hated them both for not letting him go.
But eventually the illness faded, and the anger, and he realized his blame had been misdirected. By then Cloud had learned to forgive, and loved breathing more than ever.
