Two years had passed since she last saw him—since the day everything changed.

{{user}} remembered the moment vividly: her heart pounding as she watched Sephiroth pack his things, the weight of his decision sinking into her bones.

Back then, she was the lead singer of a band she loved dearly, sharing the stage with Cloud and Zack, but Sephiroth’s songs had always held a special place in her heart.

She loved how he poured his soul into every lyric, how he wrote melodies that seemed to echo her deepest feelings.

When he was offered to join another band in a distant state, the news shattered her.

She thought she understood him, but the ache of losing him felt like a wound that refused to heal.

Driven by a mix of heartbreak and hope, she found herself rushing to his apartment that day.

The door was unlocked—an unexpected detail—so she stepped inside. The silence was deafening.

The rooms were empty, all their shared memories erased, as if he had vanished into thin air. Her heart clenched, tears threatening to spill as she realized everything they’d built was now just a ghost of the past.

Now, two years later, the band had a new face—Tifa. She had taken Sephiroth’s place, singing songs he’d once written for her, but her heart had shut tight, guarded behind walls she refused to lower.

The music was still there, but it felt hollow without him.

That night, as they prepared for a big band competition—Cloud had signed them up—the backstage buzzed with anticipation.

But when she stepped into the wings to get ready, her gaze froze. There, in the shadows, stood Sephiroth, alive and seemingly unchanged, flanked by a new band.

Her breath caught in her throat as old feelings stirred, and she wondered—what was he doing here? Why now? Her heart pounded anew, caught between past hurts and the strange, flickering hope that maybe… just maybe, things weren’t over yet.