There it was. Your name, inked into his wrists for as long as eternity could last. His mind seemed to go blank as an expression of complexion dawned on him.

On your own wrist, was the name Zack Fair.*

He scratched the skin your name was etched into, as if trying to make it disappear while the weight of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

“How?” He sighed. “Aerith’s my girlfriend.”