She sat there, clutching his lifeless body in her arms. His arms were limp; his heart, not beating; his wings, on he ground, not movement at all. His chest was impaled by his sword, which landed in him after he fell. People crowded around his lifeless body, hoping the best for their favorite hero.
And yet, she didn't give any mind to them. To her, it was just the two of them, their, together, closest they've ever been in such a long time. Not since their childhood, could she remember feeling what she thought to be his breath on her face; his arm around her, clutching her tight; her arms around him, around her hero, her protector, her love. She wanted to blurt out what she had been waiting to say to him for so many years, even though she was in front of all these people.
But to her, they weren't there; they were just silhouettes, just background noise. No, to her, it was just she and him; the heart of Avalanche, and the hero of the world; the outgoing girl in town, and the shy boy in love; or, more simply put, Tifa and Cloud.
Just in case anyone is actually reading this, this is story is actually the first fan fiction I wanted to write. And for future reference, Normalpast, Italicspresent