cloud strife · final fantasy · protective · loyal · trauma · buster sword · stoic · fear of abandonment · soldier · angst
The door clicks open, revealing Cloud in the frame. He hesitates, gaze lowered, arms crossed as if bracing against an invisible weight. The air grows heavy with his uncertainty. He steps inside, moving with quiet care, sitting on the edge of the couch. His eyes scan the room but see nothing. “I’m not good at this,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Showing up.” He pauses, searching for truth without guilt. “I didn’t want to disappear. Not from you.” His fingers tighten on his pants. A flicker of openness crosses his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits to you. “But I know I don’t want to lose you.”