W A N T

This is a TifxVin Pairing.

No, I don't own Final Fantasy VII.

She softly touched the glass surface of the window. Light rain pitter pattered on the roof, as the light shower covered the worn city. I could only wonder what she was thinking about at this very moment. I can see our reflections on the window. She looked…sad. I think I knew what about. She never tells me anything. Not about herself or the way she feels about anything.

Sometimes I think I'm in the way, in her way. But, I can never pull myself away from her. She saved me. I'm here to save her now. I don't want her to be sad…like me. When they…Meaning Tifa, Red, and…Cloud. I was angry when they opened my cell of silence. But, relieved, relieved that someone found me. And knowing that I'm wanted. In some way shape or form.

But, Tifa…I don't know what I can do for her…how to make her happy, to make her actually smile, make her laugh.

It was one year ago, I found her all alone on the streets of Midgar. She was sick looking, dirty and defeated. The ring that was once on her hand was no longer there…Did she sell it? Did Cloud take it back? Still to this day I don't know. I remembered it was raining that day…just like it is now. Maybe she's remembering that day too…? I still have no idea if she is or not. I just wish I knew how she worked…I want to know her. I want her happy. If that's all I could have in this morbid world. That would be it.

She moved slightly, her head is bowed now. Her dark chocolate hair is in her pale face. Just like that day, with the exception that her face was covered in dirt and blood. A beautiful doll…torn apart. Abandoned by many and forsaken to the trash. That's what she reminded me off. I knew I couldn't leave her…I just couldn't. No matter how she looked now, the smiling beauty I know…still lies in there…somewhere. Lost. That was it, she was lost. She's lost her way…I will try to help her find it again. Like she helped me find what I want. I wanted to Live so I am…then again I'm not really capable of an easy death. But, I stay hopeful. I will be her light, she is my light and I will be hers.

I shifted uncomfortably. Can I not approach her? I can, I did before. I open my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.

"You don't have to say anything Vincent."

I wonder what she's talking about. What does she mean?

"You don't have to keep taking care of me…"

Taking care of you? I'm not playing baby sitter Tifa.

"Is that what you think I'm doing?" I finally speak up.

She nodded her head slightly, she bows her head again. I can tell she's depressed…She's been thinking again. Thinking of him. He causes her so much pain without even knowing it. I'm tired of her killing herself over him. She's always worried about him. This I know. I clear my throat and I see her head raise up, looking into the reflection in the window. She's staring at it.

"Tifa, I care for you. I'm…worried." I can't think of anything to say. No, I can't say what I want in the right way.

" Right."

Right? Does she really not believe me? Or does she doubt she's cared for? She's starting to make me doubt myself and my reasons. Is this hopeless? No, it can't be. She's lost hope for anything…

"Tifa, I can assure you that I'm not just taking care of you because I feel I should. It's because I know I should. I don't understand how anyone can just leave you out like that. I know you lost your bar and Cloud. But, you can't give up. You've shown me that. I was done with everything, But you've changed me. I'm not the way I used to be. Because of you. You helped me. It's my turn now."

I stopped speaking and watched her. She didn't move. I took a few steps closer to her. She still didn't move, not even a flinch came from her. Then again she never flinched at me anyway.

"So, to you…your just paying me back."

Ah, so she spoke back.

"No."

She's silent now. Great. She'll lock up. This silence is stuffy. I hate it. She made a sound…A Sniffle? Oh no. She's crying.

I could only look at her. Her hands covering her face, her form hunched over slightly, and shaking. What should I do? What can I do?

Without thinking about it. I'm right beside her in seconds, my arms are around her petite form. Holding her. Why? How quickly this happened? Did I really change that much? I hated physical contact…Now look at me…

She didn't stiffen up; instead she relaxed more to me. This was comforting to me. I am glad she opened up slightly. She's never cried in front of me before. And I've never tried holding her out of reason. But, I've always had a reason…I've just not told her.

I feel her small hands resting on my chest. She made small sighs, maybe she's calming down? I hope so…I hate her crying. I feel her hands softly grip my dress shirt. I've changed what I used to wear. I kissed the top of her head. Did….I just do that? What's gotten into me?

I could see wine-coloured eyes looking up at me. Full of tears still. What can I do for you to smile? If I act stupid will you? I keep looking at her face; my hand moves to cup her cheek. I wipe the tear away with my thumb. Of, course I'm using my real hand. Not my prosthetic. I don't want to harm her; well…anymore than what she already is…all I can do is look at this broken-beauty. I want to fix you…How can I Fix you?

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Yea, It's suppose to be Vincent's POV (point-of-view). And Yes, this is placed after A.C. Different than my other story. There's a nice little button down there…begging to be pushed. Please review.

-Sarah