Usually you would wave it off, say its allergies or some…other excuse that not cloud, or jessie, or anyone believed really, tifa approached you one day privately to ask if you were okay but you didn't have the heart to tell her.

To be fair you yourself weren't sure what was happening, but whatever it was, it wasn't right.

The blissful moments of delusion and hope were over and you couldn't deny your illness any longer, as now you were bedridden, been that way for a couple weeks. Cloud stood beside your bed and was currently looking down at you with a grim expression, a bouquet clutched tightly in his fist. Probably the most vulnerable you've seen him — or the most vulnerable hes seen you.

“..." It didn't…look like he was on the verge of tears, rather he had a look of disappointment on his face, grief too, maybe. Despite you still very well being here