Author: Me, Cali
Link: FanFICTION.net
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Summary: "Since I've been loving you I'm about to lose my worried mind."
Cloud's POV during the night he had to deliver a bouquet of flowers to the Forgotten City.
Rating: T
Theme: Angst/Alcohol
Words: 1,100
__________________________________________________ Link: FanFICTION.net
LJ Link: over@myLiveJournal
Summary: "Since I've been loving you I'm about to lose my worried mind."
Cloud's POV during the night he had to deliver a bouquet of flowers to the Forgotten City.
Rating: T
Theme: Angst/Alcohol
Words: 1,100
Been workin' from seven to eleven every night… delivering the things people need all over the world. Revisiting the places I once walked with you, and it really does make life a drag. I’ve really been the best of fools. I did what I could. Trying my best to act like I’m happy, like I’m moving on. To appear happy… for you, because I know you wouldn’t want me wasting my life. But, I don’t think it’s working out very good…
‘Cause I love you.
But baby Since I’ve been loving you I’m about to lose my worried mind.
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“Shall I join you?” Tifa asked in a calm tone.
Without taking my eyes off of the empty glass in my hand I answered coldly and vacantly; “I want to drink alone.” I didn’t feel like talking, not to her, not to anyone… not now.
I must have pissed her off because her calm tone now sounded like a growl; “Then drink in your room.”
Despite the loud sound of the alcohol bottle slamming down on the counter, my eyes remained on the empty glass. I waited until I heard her angered footsteps travel out of the room before I went to grab the bottle of booze, my hand fumbling not only from the dark but because how much I already drank. Just as the gold-tinted liquid began to rush into my glass I heard her room door slam shut, a sign of how pissed she really was.
But I didn’t care.
I poured as much of the alcohol into the tiny glass as I could get, until it overflowed and made small pools on the counter top, a sign I should stop pouring and drink all ready. So, I did. I drained the glass quicker than I filled it, hoping to nip at the mountain of pain burning inside of me.
But, as I thought,
it didn’t do much.
The stinging sensation of its taste was just a clear indication of what I was trying to numb—the guilt I'm carrying… the never ending pain from losing you... and the agonizingly depressing thought of being here without you.
I had to deliver a bouquet of flowers for your mother today, destination was the Forgotten City… the place you died.
I can’t lie, I was… hesitant on going there—more like terrified.
I was afraid of going back there because it’s the one place I have nightmares about. The place I lost you. The place where you and I were torn apart from each other… the place where I failed you.
I can still remember that day clearly, the cold feel of your body in my arms. The stains of blood on your pink dress. The chilling ache burning in my heart… all of it I relive every night. It’s half the reason why I don’t sleep much anymore; I don’t want to keep reliving that day.
Just thinking about it makes me want to down this whole bottle of booze.
I poured another full glass of alcohol and immediately gulped it down, hoping that this was the drink that will finally numb the pain.
Have I mentioned I’m about to lose my mind?
It seems like the only time I can dull this hellish reality is when I’m drowning myself in a bottle of alcohol.
…I need another shot…
Instead of pouring a glass this time I took a swig off of the bottle—I’m going to drain the bottle myself anyway...
Since I’ve been loving you , alcohol seems like oxygen now—my body and mind will need it as long as my heart aches for you.
Everyone keeps telling me things get better as we go, I’m finding that hard to believe. I’ve tried until I can’t try anymore… and the ache seems stronger now than it did the day I lost you.
When the pain gets stronger than usual, I visit the place you loved— your church. It really is the one place I feel the happiest at. Besides this booze, it’s the only thing that makes the pain of losing you hurt less.
I wouldn’t tell anyone this, but, I think I can feel you strongest there… I don't really give a damn how crazy it sounds to others—it brings me closer to you and that's all that matters. It's the place I run to when I'm dying inside to just feel you closer... even if you're not really there.
The pains getting stronger now … I need another shot…
Just thinking about that church reminds me of when we met… you looked so beautiful, smiling so innocently. I had never seen such an amazing smile before, even to this very day.
Since I’ve been loving you , I die inside every time I want to see your smile and there’s no way to.
…I really need another shot…
I took another swig off the quickly draining bottle, the bitter taste a symbol of everything I regret. I must have taken a bigger drink this time because as soon the numbing liquid made it down my throat I realized the bottle was run dry. I glanced up at the clock, noticing I had only been here for a few hours. The only sound made was from the glass bottle scooting across the counter as I pushed it away. I placed some money on the counter, making sure to pay for what I took.
I had finished the bottle all to myself... It was supposed to have taken away the pain from losing you but… nothing.
Maybe I just didn’t drink enough?
No, that’s not it… I could finish off a dozen more bottles of any liquor and it still wouldn’t change a thing. The pain would still be there and you would still be gone. Only your smiling face can take away this pain...
…I’d do anything for another smile…
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I'm really happy to hear you think I got a good grasp on Cloud. And I'm even happier I made ya feel Cloud's pain. It's why I put it in first person, in the first place. 
