A/N:
Just me thinking…
Word Count: 335
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Understanding
By Catsitta
"You love her."
"Yes."
"How does it feel…to be in love?"
Silence. Vincent doesn't know how to answer.
Beside him, eyes cast up at the night sky, Yuffie sits on the rooftop, her legs swinging. The smile she wears in genuine and her gray eyes glow silver beneath the moon. Why she is here, the gunman cannot guess. But he knows she will be here again, tomorrow, and the night after that. It is a routine established between friends, one that began in the unspoken need for companionship. For weeks neither said a word.
There was nothing to be said.
Tonight, that pattern changed. Uneasily, yes, but soon they shared broken phrases of unspoken thoughts. Strange how they, two people so very different, found understanding in each other.
So very strange indeed.
Vincent sighs and Yuffie reaches out and touches his shoulder. Crimson eyes flutter shut and long ebon locks veil his face.
"Do you think she is at peace now?" the girl asks.
He can hope. He can beg and plead and pray that Lucrecia has at last found peace in the LIfestream. But the truth is, he doesn't know. For all his many years of life, there is so much Vincent doesn't know…cannot be certain of. It pained him, this helplessness, this not knowing.
Yuffie abruptly wraps her little arms around his neck and hugs him.
"I understand…"
"I know," Vincent felt a little of the ache lift from his heart. Yuffie likely didn't know a thing about his internal strife. She likely knew even less than he. But her young heart, tested by the world and proven strong, was pure. She never hid her thoughts. She never hid her love. And…and it is hard to describe exactly how Vincent felt.
Instead of untangling the knots building in his mind, the gunman places his hand—his human hand—against Yuffie's shoulders. It is then that he feels her trembling.
He doesn't know why she is crying.
But he knows it best not to ask.
-fin-