Final Fantasy VII: Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 1

'I thought things would be different.

But you are still the same- still cold, still distant.

What do I have to do to warm you up?

She still has a hold on you doesn't she?

When will you learn to forgive yourself Cloud…

And see that I've been here for you all along.'

Tifa gently places the photo back on the desk, same spot it was in before. The photo was taken a couple months ago. Cloud, Marlene, Denzel and herself all huddled close with large smiles on their faces. Except Cloud of course, who never allowed himself a moment of happiness. Those three people were her family now. She only wished that Cloud was around more to be a part of it.

She walked over to the window and looked out- hoping to see his bike approaching in the distance but as usual it never came. Instead there was his empty parking space beside her car. An unhappy reminder of how he was never around.

His phone rang, but she continued gazing out the window.

"He's not here…" she said to herself.

She let it ring a few more times before finally walking over and picking it up.

"Strife delivery service." Tifa answered.

"Tifa?" a familiar high pitched voice squeaked.

"Yes, this is she."

"Hey! It's me Yuffie!"

"Oh hey, how are you?"

"Great! I guess Cloud isn't around? He's not answering his cell."

"No he isn't, is something wrong?"

"Oh no no, nothing's wrong! Just had a delivery for him to make!"

"Oh, is it urgent? If not I can deliver it for you after I close."

"Ah ha well not really urgent. We got a phone for Vincent and Cloud seems to be the only one who knows how to find him."

"I'm not sure when Cloud will be back…"

"Oh."

Tifa could hear the sympathy in the bubbly girl's voice. All her friends have tried to help her out. Always telling Cloud that he should spend more time at home, Tifa could use the help at the bar, he needs a break from all the running around, etcetera. Any excuse that would bring him home, but he still does what he feels is right. He still believes he can repay a debt to someone who is no longer alive. He was just running in place, never getting anywhere—but he doesn't seem to realize it.

"I can try and find Vincent for you."

"That would be great! Thanks so much Tifa! I'll be there in thirty minutes to drop it off!"

"Alright, see you then."

Tifa hung up the phone and went down stairs. Business had picked up a bit after the whole Omega weapon incident. The citizens of Midgar are a resilient bunch who never ceases to amaze. They have braved so many traumas' that were thrown at them and still come out strong and unwavering. Most would have fled the area a long time ago and never dream about returning. Instead they stuck together to build their new home, Edge. Only Midgar could raise such proud, steadfast and united people. They all live in a crazy time; the only sure thing is each other. There is no use dwelling on the misfortunes they had been dealt. They have to move forward.