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By: Rene Geissinger
All alone, I sit in a house in Kalm, and wait for him. My treasure, who
I adore more than my own life, which I would readily give for him. But
he does not ask it of me. He only asks that I love him. He was at
Northern Crater last I heard from him. But they say he now is trapped
in Lifestream, battling it out with his demons. Whether that's true or
not, he will come back to me, I can feel it.
I think it was his eyes that got me first. Piercing green, with the
glow of Mako. Eyes I could get lost in forever, for when he looks at
me, they are kind.
I hear what the others say about him, and I shake my head. This is not
him. It's that inhuman thing in him, Jenova, that is doing this. And he
is tormented by it. He tries to fight it, I've watched him many nights
as he struggled to keep his sanity. And he manages it when he is with
All alone, I sit and wait. I expect at almost every turn to see him, or
hear his voice, the low baritone that takes on a different tone around
me. And All I have to remind me of his face are pictures by my bedside.
I can't stand this. The empty house, only a book with empty pages that
I write in.
I cook supper for friends every so often, but they don't come around
much anymore. I told him before he left for the Northern continent that
we really should leave Kalm. The people are avoiding us because I am
with him. And they are afraid of me now, because I carry his child.
I feel it getting stronger each day, he is returning, I know it. I am
preparing for when the baby comes, in about 2 weeks. I hope that he
defeats his demons and comes home before then.
He came last night, it took me by surprise. I was sitting on his chair,
and knitting a blanket for the baby, who was born on 7.22. I heard a
noise in the corridor. I picked up my daughter, and went to the door. I
opened it, and I saw those eyes and his silver hair blew gently in the
breeze. And in his eyes, there was no trace of the coldness that so
many people saw. He came over and took our daughter from my arms. She
was sleeping, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"What are you going to name her?" I asked. He had asked that he be
allowed to name her.
"Aeris." He said, and a faint glimmer of sadness glowed in his eyes. He
regretted killing her more than anyone else. He tells me time and time
again, that if he had known she was Professor Gast's daughter, he
wouldn't have killed her. I looked up at him and smiled for the first
time in 5 months.
"Welcome home, Sephiroth."
Contact me with feed back at firstname.lastname@example.org. I have a whole
novel/fanfic called "Sephiroth's Redemption." It has diaries from
Sephiroth's wife, Mina, letters back and forth, Sephiroth's diary, And
this short story. I don't plan to have it posted anywhere anytime soon,
so if you email me, I'll gladly send a copy through email.
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