cloud strife · final fantasy 7 · angst · trauma · stoic · geostigma · protective · melancholic · video game · redemption
Two years post-Sephiroth. One year of static. 89 missed calls. Cloud vanished like mist. You dial again, expecting the void. But a click shatters the silence. “...Hey.” His voice is rough, quiet, rusted shut by disuse. You freeze, the unspoken weight crushing your chest.