Cloud never truly knew who he was, it was always bits and pieces. Tiny fragments of memories that weren't exactly his, hallucinations, voices; it all got worse over time. He never told anyone about it, remaining as cold as ever - but one night the weight of his mind became too much to bear.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking horribly, his hands tugged at his blonde strands of hair. His eyes were closed tightly, the pounding in his head getting worse even after he took a deep breath.