Cell Division | By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors. |
“What are you doing?” Sephiroth asked.
“What does it look like?” I shot back, throwing more clothing into a bag. I could barely see through my tears.
“You’re leaving early?” He blocked more of my light by standing fully in the bedroom.
“He’ll recover faster and be in less torment if I leave now.” I put my shoes on. “I’m not going to make him tell me goodbye, or make him look at me knowing I’m leaving.”
“You have a developed sense of ego.” Sephiroth looked down at his father. “He’ll forget you soon enough.”
“For his sake, I hope you’re right.” I nearly choked on the words.
“You’ll forget him, too.”
“No, I won’t.” I picked up my bag and rudely shoved past Sephiroth. Going to Hojo’s desk, I found paper and a pen and sat down to write him a letter.
“Yes, you will,” Sephiroth argued. “You’re young and beautiful. Someone else will come along and make you forget Hojo.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re too young for him anyway.”
“I don’t want someone else,” I declared. “Do me the courtesy of remaining silent while I write a letter.”
He did.
Dear Kanaye, I wrote, fighting tears again. My only comfort in leaving is the knowledge that you’ll have the chance to build a relationship with your son. I know how much you love him and I can’t stand in the way of things. Please try not to resent him.
Perhaps he will let us write to each other. My home office address is 1232 Huoson Way, Block 9, Gadis District, Wutai. I will understand if I don’t receive any letters from you.
You can’t know how much it hurts me to leave you. I would have never chosen this.
I paused to wipe my eyes and collect my thoughts. I felt like I would fly apart any moment.
Remember me and forget me.
Victoria
As goodbye letters went, I thought mine particularly pathetic. I couldn’t tell him I loved him; it would only bring him pain.
I got up and faced my evictor. His green eyes seemed unusually searching. Hefting my bag, I called Michael on the wrist com. “I have to go, Michael,” I said. “Maybe you’d better come in and watch him.”
“Go? Where are you going?”
“My office.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “You’ve been a good friend. Forgive me for not being able to tell you goodbye in person. I don’t think I could bear it.” I killed the link.
Without a word to the son, I left the father. I left the only real love I’d ever known.
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“You’ve recently had intercourse, Miss Grey. Are you sure you want me to remove the IUD?”
I gritted my teeth. “Just do it. I’m never having sex again.”
“You’re too young to make a decision like that,” the doctor chided carefully. “Do you require counseling? We offer that here.”
“I’m a psychiatrist,” I said. “I’ll counsel myself.”
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Having only been gone less than a month, not much had changed in my office home. I found dust everywhere and my papers shuffled. My secretary had probably come in here for a clue as to my sudden disappearance. But, people disappeared all the time. Shin-Ra made that happen.
I picked up the phone. Still connected. I flipped a light switch. Still had juice. I checked the sink and found the water cut off.
Feeling rather like a machine, I called my bank and arranged for my new debit card. I then went through the motions of getting a new citizenship card. Next, I called my utility companies to catch up on what I owed. The water would be turned back on in the morning. I owed them extra for that.
“Where have you been!” Janis, my secretary, stormed into the room. “Gone for almost a month without a word! I thought you might have died. Your clients have started moving on to other marriage counselors. You only have twenty left!”
“Hello, Janis,” I said wearily. “As you can see, I’m quite alive.”
The young woman, who’d worked for me only a few months before my abduction, raked her brilliant blue eyes over my body. “You went somewhere to develop a fashion sense and to get laid,” she announced. “You have a hickey on your neck and a very expensive wool dress.”
“Janis, don’t take this the wrong way, but please leave me alone.” I touched the tender spot on my neck, enjoying the memento I knew wouldn’t last. “I’ve fallen in love and had my heart broken. I need some peace.”
Janis’ expression softened. “You want me to go get you some ice cream?”
I smiled sadly. “No.”
She paused. “Are we opening up on Monday?”
“Yes.”
“Am I getting paid anytime soon?”
Oops.
I sighed. “I’ll write you a check tomorrow. My purse was stolen and I’ve had to replace everything.”
“Okay.” Janis moved to the door. “You gonna be alright?”
“No, but I’ll live.” I waved my hand at her. “Thank you for staying around, but I really need some rest.”
She left.
I crawled into my dusty bed and hoped I’d lied to her. Surely being dead would be a relief.
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