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This is a draft for an FFVII fic I'm gonna do when I finish my SC III fanfic, Following the Dream.
"A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory...
A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream...
I want to line the pieces together--our pieces--to form the Utopian Image of us...To do that, I needed you.
You? You were gone..."
She sighed and slowly--reluctantly--closed the black book, waiting for the train with worldly patience and impatience. Already she felt as though she had waited forever, and more, though it could not have been more than
(FIVE minutes).
In those eternal five minutes her mind had been functioning like sound pollution, relentless--endlessly--repeating the same
(THOUGHTS)
over and over, trying so hard to remember something, a certain
(MEMORY)
that in all logic and illogic did not
(EXIST).
"Your final moments...do you remember them, what happened?" A pause. "...No, I don't." "It's because you never died." The voice was matter-of-fact, the kind that sometimes annoyed.
"...What?" "For the memory to exist, you need to die."
"Wait...I didn't die!? But my body...?" "You might have willed yourself to die, Aifa, but the Lifestream prevented you, and as a result your physical body went with you, Lost Ghost."
There was a long silence before the second speaker addressed the first again.
"It was the same with Him, you know. The planet thought He was not ready for the Lifestream yet, and so He became a Lost Ghost because of that. That, and His desire to never become a memory kept Him from dying and is the reason He keeps returning."
"Is it really as you say?" "Of course; and now you are looking for Him." There was a mild chuckle. "You'll have a job finding Him, Aifa." "Why is that?" "He is really good at Hide-and-go-Seek, even if He hasn't played it as a child."
(HIDE-AND-GO-SEEK)...
Is this what it was? A game of Hide-and-go-Seek?
"I've got my work cut out for me." Aifa muttered to herself. "Best start playing." As she spoke, her hand went to her Ixion pendant, caressing its smooth metal surface with her thumb.
"NEXT STOP MIDGAR STATION NEXT STOP MIDGAR STATION." The loudspeakers blared throughout the trainstation as the train came in. Getting up from the bench, Aifa walked towards the train, sliding her card on the slot and taking a seat. "WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS RUN PLEASE PROCEED THIS TRAIN IS NOW MOVING." Responded an empty electronic voice.
Putting one leg up on the seat, Aifa looked up. 'I'm on the train..so what's next?'
END: "Trainstation"
 Death Papillon · Wed May 24, 2006 @ 07:10pm · 0 Comments |
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