Treasured Memories
The floor boards creaked as Tifa walked across them and returned to the bedroom. It was still in the house; the kids were gone for the day. She stalled in the doorway; Cloud sat on Denzel's bed, facing the window, the sunlight breaking through the gray haze in the sky.
"Tifa." She looked back to Cloud. His eyes were fixed on her form. She crossed the room and settled onto the bed when he motioned for her. Folding her hands in her lap, she watched Cloud. He didn't move, didn't speak. He only stared out of the window, not looking at her or anything else in the room. She brushed at her shorts, in a slow and obvious fashion, trying to catch his eye.
He suddenly placed his hand on hers. She looked up and met his gaze. "Tifa, I'm staying." He broke his eyes from hers and removed his hand. He stood and turned away, away from her extended hand, ready to grab at his clothes.
It didn't work.
Tifa caught him before he walked out the door, wrapping her arms securely around him, pressing her teary cheeks to the back of his sweater; he was warm and his muscles were tense.
When Cloud turned and let his arms encircle her, she could feel something different. It was coming from him.
She was thankful.
AN: Sorry it's so short. A bit of them uploaded tonight are/will be like that.
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