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What is happening my friend?
You see I use the term so loosely these days
Seems we're headed towards the end
Soon to be parting our ways
It seems you've fallen once again You call me late at night when things are not all right Cuz' I walked this road with you too many times before Your Friend by Save Ferris
Like you've done a thousand times before
And now you need a certain friend, someone you can count on
But I don't wanna be the one who's always
gonna have to make it up to you
You need someone to get you through again
You need a helping hand, someone who understands
You're begging and pleading but this time I'm not dealing
And I realize now that this is not what I want anymore
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I don't feel like getting up yet.
It was over. Finally, everything was all over. Yet, it was hard for Tifa to shake the feeling that something was still missing.
She lay still, sprawled among the sheets, chocolate strands in stark contrast with crisp white sheets. Slowly she moved an arm to shield her eyes from the rising sun.
She was glad that Barret was there – he would handle the kids while she slept in.
Today sucks.
Even though everything was over...she was still alone. And for the life of her, she couldn't stop thinking.
Like, about how now that she knew for sure Cloud was here to stay…she suddenly wasn't sure if that would make her happy.
Cloud, she thought, was certainly different from most. He was never enough for her, but at times almost seemed like too much.
Back during the journey, she had found it almost romantic thinking about spending the rest of her life with Cloud, helping him rediscover himself, fixing him, showing him that just because Zack wasn't there, just because Aerith wasn't with them, didn't mean that his life was over. Now he had two guardian angels, and damn it she was still there.
Now, it didn't really seem that romantic.
In all actuality, it sounded like an awful chore.
She let out a soft moan and flipped onto her side facing the wall, a pillow hugged tightly to her chest.
She suddenly remembered how, when she was six, she had wanted the most beautiful doll she had ever seen. It had beautiful big blue eyes, the color of the summer sky. Blonde ringlets cascaded down its back to go with the doll's ivory skin. It was breathtaking, all wrapped up in a pretty, deep blue ball gown.
She had begged and pleaded and cried, but had gotten no closer to getting that doll. Suddenly, one day, her father, who never could ignore her pleas for long, asked her to go get him something from the kitchen. Upon returning, she stopped short, watching him pull that pretty doll from behind his back.
She had thanked him over and over, hugging at his legs. But, after a few days, the doll had gotten old. She had spent so much time with her face pressed against the window of that store just looking at that doll, that there really wasn't anything left for her to do with it.
So, it simply sat on her dresser for years until it was finally put away.
She glared up at the ceiling.
That's not going to happen with Cloud
She would make this work.
She had put too much work in to just let it fall.
Besides, Cloud was the only thing she had left from her past, from Nibelheim, except for broken dreams and painful memories.
I love him.
One aspect of Tifa Lockhart: She never gave up.
One flaw of Tifa Lockhart: She had a nasty habit of lying to herself.