One of those morbid little one-shots I get inspired for every once in a while. Original inspiration came from DarkLordOfDebate's video 'Frozen: Lucrecia's Story' on youtube.

Frozen

He's dead, and it didn't make much sense, Tifa thought mildly. Nah, it wasn't true. He can't be dead. He's life. Isn't he? That was so him. To get himself killed after he had finally decided he loved her. Maybe it was true. Tifa, it's true. He's dead. They had told her. She'd laughed in their faces. You think she'll be okay? They had asked each other. Of course she'd be okay. Nothing was wrong, after all. Tifa, you're strong. You can believe this. Don't do this to yourself. He's dead, okay? Please don't lie to yourself. Fools. What did they know? Nothing. A big ugly spattering of nothing. She clenched a fist, the tendons in her hand aching. She released it quickly and found blood seeping out of her palm where she had dug her nails into her skin. The sight of the blood slammed realization into her.

Cloud was dead.

Tifa's eyes bulged and her legs collapsed, and she didn't notice. She gasped and a sob wrenched from her throat and she dug her hands around her waist and held herself, on her knees, rocking. Her wine-eyes were wild and dangerous.

"C-Clou—unngh . . ." her voice squealed in despair. She was alone. She shook violently, feeling her nerves unlacing, her stomach contracting in short breaths; hyperventilating. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted to herself, watching her life emaciate in front of her.

"T-Tifa? Are—are you okay?" Came the sniffling voice of Yuffie behind her, entering her room. Tifa stilled herself. The room was dead quiet.

"Get. Out." Tifa said, her voice low and wrathful. Yuffie hesitated. Wrong move. "GET OUT!" Tifa screamed, whirling around, hair flying into fiery eyes. Yuffie sobbed and fled. Tifa stood, shakily, with the intent of murder. She eyed the room with blurring vision. She needed something dangerous and satisfying. She located a gun in the closet. Small with a pressure trigger. She cocked it back and stalked downstairs where they were sitting, sick in their grief as well. I'm wonderful, thanks everyone for asking.

"Tifa, what are you doing?" Asked Barret Wallace wearily. Tifa's face twisted in hate and she raised the gun to his chest. Yuffie screamed.

"Who let him die?" She asked, exerting jaw power to utter the trembling words. "Who let him die?" She shrieked, tears blinding her.

"Put it down, Tifa," Cid said. "It's no one's fault. Put it down." Instantly the gun switched from Barret to Cid.

"Oh it's gotta be somebody's fault," Tifa growled. "You were with him. You know who it was."

"You're not going to kill anyone, Tifa," said Vincent in a low tone. "There's been enough damage done tonight." The gun moved to Valentine. Tifa hacked a laugh that was half sob. Ha.

"See if I won't kill, Vincent. Just see." Vincent did see. He saw eyes that were frozen in icy hatred. The burgundy fire that had been there moments ago had been bartered for splinters of white and blue ice. She most certainly was going to kill. Vincent prepared himself for death. Tifa slammed her hand down on the hammer and raised the gun to Vincent's chest.

A bullet thundered through the air with a blast.

Tifa sank to the floor and the gun clattered to the ground. Barret, Cid, and Vincent looked up. Yuffie held a black, pitted handgun, tears streaming down pale cheeks.

"I didn't want to do it," she sobbed. "I didn't want to do it!"

Cold eyes stared straight ahead, empty and dead. Frozen.

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Tell me I'm frozen,

But what can I do?

Can't tell the reasons,

I did it for you.

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