Disclaimer: Not mine. Well, the story is, but the characters aren't.
The way the darkness almost seems to crush the sun as it sets, it somehow terrifies me.I don't understand the beauty people see, Vincent mused, gazing out into the distance as the sunset. The darkness always wins, in the end, doesn't it? Like me, every last bit of brightness, every bit of humanity, is slowly smothered... its hard to remember it was ever there. But, there was a time when I could sleep peacefully under the afternoon sun, when I could smile and laugh with ease. The last rays disappeared and the darkness seemed to surround him, almost suffocating him.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Vincent turned to see the dark haired beauty standing beside him.
"No," Vincent responded harshly.
Tifa looked up at the tall man, "No?" She was a little hurt by his tone. She thought perhaps they could talk, he seemed to have relaxed his defenses. She had come up to watch the sun set and had seem him. In the twilight his beauty had surprised him, normally he had his cape on, hiding his features, though she didn't know why. He really was gorgeous. He had been leaning against the railing, deep in thought and she hoped he would open up a bit.
Vincent looked forwards again. "No." Tifa was surprised at the new tone in his voice. He was speaking so softly now, and the tone was almost heartbreaking. "It's depressing."
Tifa tilted her head, noticing the melancholy look in his eyes. "Depressing?"
"The way the light is always destroyed."
"Destroyed?"
"Tifa, please stop repeating everything I say." Tifa bit her lip, then noticed the corner of the gunslinger's mouth was turned up just a little bit.
"Well, why do you say destroyed?"
"It's not there anymore. Every night, it always loses." Vincent looked down. She won't understand, she'll laugh.
"But," Tifa slowly put a hand up. When Vincent didn't move away, she put it on his cheek, turning his head until he faced her. She felt the man stiffen up, and moved her hand away from his smooth skin. She rested it on his shoulder instead, knowing even that made him uncomfortable, but she was almost afraid it she broke the contact, he was disappear forever into the night. "Every morning the sun rises again, and beats back the dark."
Vincent gazed into her mahogany eyes, "Temporarily."
Tifa smiled gently, "How do you know it's not the night that's temporary?" When Vincent didn't answer, she pressed on. "And after all, the moon shines through the darkness."
"The moon is nothing, pale false light," Vincent was mesmerized.
"No, its just... hesitant. Not sure of itself. Not yet," Tifa found herself reaching her other hand to run her fingers through the ex-Turk's wild raven hair. "It just needs the sun to lend it some strength."
"Why would the sun want to?" Vincent realized Tifa had trapped him into a conversation that both of them knew was no longer about the night sky. "Why doesn't the sun loath the moon?"
"Because the moon is beautiful and strong, in its own way. The sun can be too bright and hurt people with its light, but the moon is gentle," Tifa let her hand slid down to rest against Vincent's chest. She could feel his heart beating.
"The moon is a coward," Vincent finally looked away.
"No," Tifa stepped closer. "You aren't." After a moment they both realized Tifa had changed pronouns and made it personal. Too personal.
"You should be inside with the others," Vincent stepped back. Tifa accepted Vincent's retreat and smiled sadly.
"Goodnight, Vincent." She turned and walked inside, into the light. She didn't hear Vincent's response, it was spoken too quietly, to hesitantly.
"Goodnight, Tifa."
That's all, folks. And, if you liked it, please let me know what you liked about it... And if you didn't, please let me know what I could improve...