72... bad touch

[atouchofstrife]

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Still the same dream. No matter where I go I still see it around me, smothering me. I still wake up with the burning in my arms and that laughter in my ears. Will it ever go away? Does Vincent still dream of it as well? Does Zack?

I feel like I will always have them no matter what I do. That I will always dream the same thing and wake up needing to run as far from everyone as I can get. Will it change if I start seeing someone? Will I hurt them thinking they are a part of my dreams? I don't want to hurt anyone that way.

What I want... I'll never get it.

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Anyone still awake and willing to spar? Someone who's not afraid of big swords, thanks.

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[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Do you play poker?

[Cloud finished chewing the bit of grass to bits and picked up his sword, setting it across his knees and taking out tools to clean the blade.]

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[dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com]

[Having finished his quick cleaning, Vincent began to reassemble the Cerberus.]

I did.

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[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

I miss it.

[Cloud rubbed away dirt and sap from the blade's edge, glancing over at Vincent.]

If you're interested in a game or two.

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[dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com]

I haven't played cards since I was a Turk.

[He stood himself, holstered his gun, and stooped to pick up his cloak. He shook it to rid it of loose dirt, then wrapped it about himself.]

Why not?

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[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Friday barring a curse?

[He looked up at Vincent, not ready to move yet.]

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[dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com]

[Vincent gave him a curt nod and turned to leave.]

Friday.

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[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'll stock on some drinks.

[Cloud stood and swung his sword around, sliding it home in his harness.]

Thanks for the spar, Vincent.