SilverElite

Chapter Four: Think About the Good Times (and Never Look Back) "I said, "Tell me about what is real." ― Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays ----------------- I remember I was never too far from my mother's hand. Attached at the hip, dad would tease. Kathelyn would scoff. When I lost that handholding, I conceded to the wills of others. I became vulnerable and soft, like a newly hatched bird. I lost a part of myself, bigger than I realised. I desperately tried to find something that would fill that hole but nothing was enough. Even him. Especially him. They told me he died in Nibelheim -a terrorist attack -Avalanche, in fact. That's what they said officially to the public that ate up the story of the great hero Sephiroth and how he died in the line of duty, just like he should. People will accept what confirms their biases, it just so happened that in this case they believed a hero needed to die at the hand of an enemy; an enemy that never really existed. I

Of course you were cold, it was like Hell had frozen on Earth and your teeth were chattering as you head into the store as a bet from Cloud and Zack since the loser of the game of sword fighting which was you had to dress in very small attire which is to last for a day. Your attire is your boots, booty shorts, and a pink tank top and right now you begin to head to the store for food since the base was nearly out. '' I am going to kill those two when I return, but of course I have to find a way to find out their weakness '' you state. All around you, you hear people laughing and talking about the girl who was you in barely clothing clothing when it was indeed winter and you in the end could only smile up at them wishing they would disappear. Of course you could have left at any time of the day but you chose to leave at the middle of afternoon since you knew Sephiroth and many of the 1st class generals would be retiring in for a night mission tonight, and since you did not want your