Fallen Angel

Running. Too late. You're too late. You couldn't save him. You failed. You let him die. No! That wasn't true was it? Running that's all he was doing. It wasn't true....it couldn't be, Angeal wouldn't do that would he? All Zack Fair knew was that he was running, tears were poring down his face and everything hurt, not physically but mentally everything hurt. Dread washed over him like a tidal wave. What if it was true? No! He couldn't afford to think like that. Angeal had to be ok. But he wasn't. There he was. It was true. Angeal was dead. His eyes proved that much. There used to be so much in those eyes. Adoration for Sephiroth and Genesis when they were all together. Proudness for Zack when he did something right. Sorrow over Genesis' disappearance. Hatred for Hollander and Hojo for making them all what they were. There was so much in those sapphire eyes.

Zack's breath hitched in his throat, like there was wads of cotton logged down his windpipe. More tears fell from his eyes. And he couldn't think. Angeal was gone. Gone for good. He didn't know how but all of the sudden his knees were buckling and he was on the ground starring up at his mentor. Then he heard it. Screaming. It was coming from his own mouth. He was screaming Angeal's name over and over again, his voice getting worse and worse until it was raw. Then there were hands. On his shoulder and a smooth voice in his ear. Then there was a hand over his eyes.

"Don't look, Zachary, Don't look," oh..it was Sephiroth. Was he sad as well for his friends death. Zack didn't know the answer to that, but he did know that his mentor was gone.

His angel had fallen and he'd fallen far.

So sorry for the feels but ya da lol hope you guys like it