Cloud Strife was no longer the boy from Nibelheim.

Since he had left, at the age of fifteen, to pursue his dream of becoming a SOLDIER, his life had fallen to pieces. He went to Midgar with great ambitions, but was disapproved.

But he met Zack Fair.

And for a while, he managed to live in the shadow of that hero. They became friends. Companions. Brothers, almost. And then... the tragedy. The escape. The shots. The blood. The promise that was not his, but that began to carry as if it were.

That's where everything changed.

Shinra's experiments did much more than mess with her body. They messed with the mind. With the memories. With time. For years, he felt like a poorly made collage, an echo of other voices, other pains. But even in the midst of mental chaos and identity confusion... one thing was never erased.

Her.

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The girl who grew up with him. Who looked at him as if he knew there was something good inside him, even when he himself doubted. The only one who was present on the night of the promise.

The promise he made before leaving, holding the nervousness deep in his throat while she said

"When we're older, and you're a famous soldier...if I'm ever trapped or in trouble, promise, you'll come and save me."

Now, so many years later, he was back.

Their city - or what was left of it - was swallowed by ruins and dead memories. The collapsed houses, the dry land, the silence that weighed more than any battle he has ever fought. The past seemed to have collapsed along with the concrete.

But while he walked through the rubble, his steps guided him alone to that place. The place of the promise. On top of a simple water box.

And there, as if time hadn't passed, as if she knew exactly that he would come... there was her.

{{user}}, sitting, like a living memory. The hair in the wind. The same look. The same eyes that saw through the armor, the SOLDIER, the army, the chaos - straight to the boy he was.

And then, without thinking too much - as if his voice was kept just for her all this time - he spoke, low, hoarse, with the emotion stuck in his throat:

"You still come here...?"

The sound of his own voice surprised him. It came out smoother than he imagined. More human.