Disclaimer:I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor its characters.
Author's Note: This came about during a brief moment of uncertainty.
Niche
I felt like I was trespassing. I did not know if I was allowed to be here, much less near this place. But it beckoned to me, and I ventured forward. The wood panels that made up the floor were cool beneath my feet, but I kept on going. After all, no one deliberately said I couldn't be here- in fact, no one said anything- I was alone. But this feeling of turning back rose within me.
To anyone who knew me well, I am as stubborn as a mule. There are times that I don't know when to stop, and those times can lead me down some pretty dark roads. But I have gotten better; letting go when the time is right, allowing time to heal my wounds. I knew from experience that rushing things was not the wisest way to go, but thankfully, with all my training, I had come to appreciate patience like a good friend.
Patience, such an ambiguous thing.
Good things happen to those who wait- for every time I heard that saying, I would be rich. Well, if one waits out and does take their time, rewards will be given, but sometimes, there isn't anything to be gained. Again, I knew this from experience. Such as it was, not all my patience paid off in the end and I was left, several times, with nothing; grasping onto thin air, hoping that it could sustain me as I fell. My tumble back to earth was not a pleasant one, but I have become immune to the landings, getting better each time.
Experience is such a good teacher.
Through my fall from grace, I have come here, to this bout of uncertainty. It brings me back as to why I am trespassing- I know, somewhere deep down, I can belong here, but the wait to find out is making me think otherwise. Patience would have something to do with this, I'm sure. I've considered this place like a little niche, a hiding place from the world, one to call my own. I come here when I need to let out some steam, stare around me as I relay the day's events behind my eyes.
This little niche has become my home away from home, in a way. It was built for my needs, and knows when I'll be coming. My visits are not too long, but they are long enough for me to think things over. Mull them through my brain as I figure out what to do. I haven't told the others about this place- they would never believe me, and think I'd be insane. My secret hiding place. They would consider me too old for this sort of thing. Maybe I am… maybe I think that handling my problems in this way is too childish for them, and that's why they can't understand. Maybe a few of them do, but I don't want to tell them. This is my place, no one else's.
To think that I am awaiting permission from my own hiding place, wondering if I do belong here. There's perhaps a deep thought inside me that is siding with the others; too old for this, Tifa. I snort softly. Whether I am too old for this place or not, I'll still keep coming here, doing what I always do.
My times seems to be about up. I'll say goodbye to this little niche, paying another visit another time.
End.
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