Brown eyes fluttered closed and lips twitched into a small frown, this wasn't fair. But as always, as Tifa had always told her, life wasn't fair. And this hurt, it hurt like a bad break-up song after someone just stabbed your love in the face. But, she knew she'd make it through everything, it wasn't like she couldn't move on and find someone else. Because he was too busy longing after a lost love.

It wasn't like she was dead inside, was it? She felt, she loved, she could see people for what they were and unlike him, she knew that she could move on from this (oh she hoped she could). It wasn't like he had experimented on her like his "love" did to him.

She'd get through this, she told herself again, she had too. She was ignoring the fact that she felt like she was going to die from the stabbing pain in her stomach. It wasn't right, it was never going to sit right with her; knowing she was passed over for a dead woman, and there was nothing she could do to make him see her for who she really was: a woman with needs and feelings. She loathed the fact that no matter how old she was, there would always be the notion that she was just this little annoying girl with a penchant for stealing materia.

She threw a book across the room, letting it hit the wall, the thump of it against the wall and sudden ringing made her realize that her home phone was ringing and the loud voice she never wanted to hear again came through the speaker through was hooked to the answering machine.

"Yuffie, we are going on a mission tonight, check with Reeve for more information."

For peepsake, she wanted to throw something at the damned phone and she wanted to kick a certain female scientist's crystallized grave into a ravine or something, maybe even deface it a little. It'd make her feel better, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do it; it would make him upset and possibly even disappear all fucking over again, and she wouldn't be able to get it out of the cave, let alone carry it outside and throw it into a ravine.

She sucked in a deep breath and felt her chest tighten and her heart broke all over again as the message ended. He didn't even sound sorry about the night before, did he even know what it had done to her? She could hear his words so clearly, right in her head.

'I can't Yuffie, I just can't love you.' He had said with his passive face, eyes gazing deep into hers, pale lips slightly parted and he was so damned cool about the whole damn situation, while she was standing there trying not to break into pieces and show him exactly how she felt about this whole damned thing.

She had acted so strong in front of him, chalking it all up to be a joke, but those knowing crimson eyes saw through her, like they always did, always will. He must've knew that she was breaking inside, and for some damned reason he wasn't going to apologize for breaking her heart and apologize that he couldn't love her like he loved her.

How could she still have such a hold on his heart like that? She had experimented on him, she had turned him into what he was. Maybe he had this weird Stockholm Syndrome effect to the fucking woman? Her head bowed and she growled to herself, what a fucking piece of work. She didn't even know why she even bothered, why she let that puppy-dog love fester and grow until she knew she wouldn't be happy unless he was. And even she could see that he was far from happy sitting in that fucking cave, wasting his years pining after a woman that didn't deserve him and made him feel like he deserved nothing either!

Her breath hitched in her throat and she frowned to herself more, her feet kicking a pillow off of the maroon couch she was sitting on as she continued to curse the woman that held him in such a silly trap. If only he knew how to let go, if only he knew how to move on and be happy.

If only she hadn't fallen in love with the damned vampire that didn't understand emotions and was in love with a giant idiot who also didn't understand what proper 'love' etiquette was.

If only, she scoffed and her fingers tightened in soft fabric coating the sofa; if only she could let him know what he was missing, if only she could drag her down from the pedestal he set her on and show him that the one who loved him was right there, pining after him and ready to try and make him let go of her.

She couldn't understand why he wasn't able to do it, even Cloud was able to let go of Arieth, he went for the woman who always waited for him- She didn't get him, he wouldn't be able to release it, feeling like he owed her something- It infuriated her, she just wanted a chance, one night to make-believe that she was just as good as her, to show him that she was waiting off to the side, that she wouldn't give him up no matter what he said, what anyone said.

Yet it didn't stop the pain that came from knowing she would never get that goddamned chance, instead; she was stuck in the great all-mighty pit of self loathing and the even more great pit of hatred for that sorry-excuse for a woman.

But there was a job to do and she needed to do it. Even if it was with him.

If only she could get out of it.

Don't Own Anything.