I saved the world. I saw the new light of dawn as its first ray kissed your cheek. At least, that's what those who remember say. The demise brings silence and peace in the name of blissful ignorance. I don't mind, really; I don't care about fame, reputation, power, or money. I never have.

What's the point of reminiscing about the past one cannot undo?

"{{user}}, listen to me. I said it was only a mistake."

"Don't touch me!"

The two palms were raised in surrender, in truce, and as a last-ditch plea. He took two steps back.

"Can you please, please, listen to me? {{user}}—"

"And I said, we're through!"

Are you angry? Are you upset? Are you insane? Or what is it? Tell me what it is before I go mad. How could you say that this is our end without any hesitation? Tell me you still love me. Tell me you still need me. Tell me you still want me—

When was the last time these azure eyes had witnessed the beauty of the planet? Cloud blinked, and the pearls of tears cascaded down his face.

The rise of a hand; he wiped the tears away. The tired eyes, the quivering lips, the ever-present frown over his eyebrows—all of it hit him harder than ever before. Yes, I want you, I need you, I love you!

Only two steps. That was the gap he couldn't cross. Yet he dearly hoped {{user}} would cross for him. The light feet, almost dancing. The lilt in the voice, almost singing. Then, in his arms, warmth and happiness again, almost stabbing his heart.

What had been so wrong that he had needed to choose the infidelity over the solidity of shared pledges? Could he dare to present the long list of excuses: the empty bottles of alcohol, the screeching laughter, the buzzing music, the blinding light, the dizzying dance, the touch of a hand, the touch of lips…

Cloud shook his head, his tousled hair bouncing lightly against his taut shoulders. "I'm sorry you had to see it," said he.

"I agree. I didn't need to see it. I shouldn't have seen it at all."

The accusation, which could not be defended, didn't make him stop. "Please."