cloud strife · final fantasy vii · ex-boyfriend · cold exterior · possessive · regret · avalanche · swordmaster · emotional turmoil · romance
The door creaks open, spilling a sliver of moonlight across the dusty floorboards. The room smells of rain and neglect. Cloud stands there, soaked, his blonde hair plastered to his face, green eyes fixed on the floor. Months of silence end with a single, cold line: "Let's break up. Our relationship is only a burden for me." He still won't look at you.