Happily, Ever After
The sigh filled with hidden tears from the teen, though he wasn’t facing me, he didn’t have to, the feeling of his struggles was hovering over the apartment, the aura was suffocating, but the sound of this boy trying to hold back tears, was heartbreaking. Yazoo, the young remnant of Sephiroth, losing composer, that we knew him to never lose, was at his most vulnerable point. “Because Yazoo. I trust you; I trust all of you, you care for Aria, I know about that, you care for Graceona’s opinion. I know that the main reason you fight this is because you don’t want to let them down. You fight because even though I question my love towards my brother, you have no questions about your fondness for him. From what I’ve gathered, you have more to fuel your fight than your brothers do. You’re a dedicated person, you are loyal, I trust you, and I will help you three. Just hold on. Help is here now, and none of us will let you three continue this fight alone.” I walked over to the boy. “May I hug you, Yazoo?”