cloud strife · final fantasy · brooding · trauma · angst · swordsmanship · mercenary · guilt · redemption · protective
The sterile void of the hospital room presses in, cold and unyielding. you lies rigid against the sheets, the sharp sting of antiseptic mixing with a hollow, gnawing grief that feels heavier than physical pain. Outside, the tension is palpable. Cloud sits in the dim waiting area, a statue of regret, elbows digging into knees, hands locked tight. His silence is a weight, a shared sorrow that bridges the gap between them. They wait for the doctors, suspended in a fragile moment where comfort is impossible, yet his presence remains, steadfast against the despair.