A long overdue Reunion. {Complete}

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When; Backdated to the first week of Zack's arrival.
Rating; G
Characters;  Zack Fair  (pinionless ) & Cloud Strife (mirroredecho)
Summary; Two old friends meet up again; to share heart-to-hearts and overall sappy revelations.
Log;

The sunlight was what had roused the drowsing ex-SOLDIER that morning. Sharp and vibrant with the clarity of cloudless skies, the weak yellow light stippled over the shallow creases of his bedspread. Slowly but surely, that demanding light crept up the length of the sleeping form of Zack, the progress slow, like chilled honey being poured from a jar. Eventually however, it settled over his face, the shadows of his eyelashes forming long shadows on his cheeks.

He stirred, frowning a little as the brightness hovered over his eyelids, making the comfortable dark inside of them just a little less, well--dark. There was a nonsense noise, some irritable grunt of protest, before he lost the battle and finally cracked open an eye. The bright blue eye blinked once, bleary with sleep and confusion. His field of vision was murky, blurred by the thin, semi-transparent veil of moisture that coated the eyes of the freshly woken. He tensed, forgetting for a second where he was--half expecting to see the undecorated, sterile steel wall of the dorms facing across from him.

It happened on and off lately--the young ex-SOLDIER was having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that he was in fact dead, sometimes. But once clarity clicked into place, he suddenly sat bolt upright, the tangled and spikey mess of his hair in even worse disarray than before--pointing to the four directions. The overlong bang hung comically over his forehead, bobbing gently with his rushed movements.

"Oh, man. I'm gonna be late." His eyes drifted to the clock. "I am late!" With that, he quickly jumped out of bed entirely, stopping only long enough to haul on his shoes and lace them before throwing open the door to his bedroom and bolting down the hallway with no consideration to his still sleeping roommates. Once he reached the front door, he paused, slowing at last and glancing over his shoulder uncertainly. He briefly considered writing a note and leaving it on the table--but thought better of it. And so, with a quick shake of his head, he deftly twisted the knob and made his way out of the apartment and towards the square