Like their love, she was unique. Like their love, he was lost.
Carefully he shifted to look at the girl
beside him, scanning her features and remembering.
She looked so
much like Her that it was both heartwarming and heartbreaking.
He
didn't know her name. They'd met in the bar downstairs and stayed in
the inn, mostly because she needed sex and he needed a
distraction.
She'd reminded him so much of Her when she'd come
over. It was like seeing Her all over again, with her bright smile
and wutain eyes and pale skin and delicate, lanky limbs... Mostly it
was the smile, though.
"Hey, Mister! Can I getcha a drink?"
She'd said, so much like Her that he'd looked up, stunned, and he
felt so much pain.
"Just some water." He'd replied, not
in the mood for drinking.
After a long, painful conversation,
they'd made their way upstairs. Had sex.
It was sick, in a way.
Finding a girl that looked like Her just for that. The no-name girl
was just an escape from reality, but she looked so happy and
bright...
But when he looked at her, he felt nothing.
Because
no matter how hard he tried to find somebody else, no one was
Yuffie.
The White Rose of Wutai, the One and Only.