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A.N: Just me re-posting this, because i might have messed up how i did this last. I do accept anonymous reviews, and would appreciate them. You review me, i review you. I'm just nice like that...

Dirge

"Cloud" Tifa pleaded, "Please don't leave me here, not like this."

The martial artist looked so depressed; she was trying her hardest not to let him leave, to make him stay. She had tried so hard to rebuild their relationship, to make him understand that he wasn't alone, maybe something more. But that stupid jerk just didn't seem to quite get the message.

Cloud was staring at her, taking in all of her beautiful features, but the only thing that mattered to either of them was the ambiguity, he wouldn't look in her eyes like he used to, when he was truly himself. Btu now he was a clone of a man who would never again see the light of day, a man who Cloud himself had buried 6 feet under. A man who most likely died in vain, even though he only wanted to help. Cloud knew this, but felt a sense of wronging, because all he did was make excuses. I guess a vat of mako can do that to you, though.

"I'm sorry Tifa," he spoke solemnly, like he as holding a knife to her throat. But mentally, he really was killing her. He truly wanted to beg her for forgiveness for what he was doing, but he still had to repent for Aerith. He had let her die, so he thought that he deserved the death that was coming to him. Cloud was obviously not a very logical person; he had no common sense whatsoever. "I have to go; I've got no other options."

Suddenly the martial artist burst into uncontrollable sobs. "It's not right; all you do is make excuses!" Her beautiful brown orbs were now engulfed with the fires of absolute hatred.

Cloud was so tempted to hold her, tell her that he wasn't going anywhere, that he never meant to say any of it. But he couldn't, he couldn't bear to lie again. He had done that for far too long.

No one said anything for nearly 5 minutes before he noticed that Tifa wasn't in front of him, but instead huddled in a corner of the bar, sobbing.

The blonde swordsman absentmindedly walked over to her and put a leather-clad hand on her shoulder.

"Tifa," he spoke calmly, sending chills down her spine. "I have to go."

"B-b-but why?" She hiccupped between sobs. "We have a great life here as a family, why, how could you go and ruin it for us?"

He sighed, "I can't cause you any more pain. I don't want to be the cause of this family's agony."

"B-but you are." The martial artist replied breathlessly. "You're hurting me right now, you don't understand my pain!"

"That's not true," Cloud sighed; she was making this difficult for him. He really didn't want to go, but it was for their own good.

Tifa slammed her fist into the ground. "Yes it is, you just don't-"

Tifa was cut off by Cloud sticking something in the palm of her hand. When she looked, she was shocked to see a diamond ring.

"Cloud?" She asked horrified.

"It's not much, I know, but it's the best I've got." He paused, unsure of what to say at her level of sanity. "I love you."

"What?"

"I'm sorry." Were his last words before he booked for the door.

"Cloud!" She screamed, as she ran to the door. Just as she got there however, Fenrir was spinning down the road, with Cloud on it.

"CLOUD!" He was gone, and for the first time in her life, she had no control.