[Nibelheim: Coming Home]
Maybe she's not home. Maybe she had to go out...
He stands in front of the door to the home of his childhood, wondering what he was even doing here. What would come of this but the uncomfortable silence, the memories of an evening that never happened, and what came afterward?
Because you have to. Because she was always there to take care of you, to treat your grazed knees, to make it hurt less, if only a little, if only for a short while. Because you never know if you'll ever get another chance...
He steels himself and grips the doorknob. It turns, the door yields easily, swinging open to reveal the interior of the house. Next to the burning fireplace a woman adds another log of wood to the fire. A familiar head of blonde hair turns to look at the newcomer, eyes growing wide and warm with recognition. "...Cloud?"
Cloud shuts the door behind him. No words. It doesn't seem to matter.
Mothers make it all better.
He stands in front of the door to the home of his childhood, wondering what he was even doing here. What would come of this but the uncomfortable silence, the memories of an evening that never happened, and what came afterward?
Because you have to. Because she was always there to take care of you, to treat your grazed knees, to make it hurt less, if only a little, if only for a short while. Because you never know if you'll ever get another chance...
He steels himself and grips the doorknob. It turns, the door yields easily, swinging open to reveal the interior of the house. Next to the burning fireplace a woman adds another log of wood to the fire. A familiar head of blonde hair turns to look at the newcomer, eyes growing wide and warm with recognition. "...Cloud?"
Cloud shuts the door behind him. No words. It doesn't seem to matter.
Mothers make it all better.