Author's Note: While I don't like her very much, I do feel for Tifa - she always seems to be chasing after things she can't have, which can destroy even the strongest of people.
Inspired by random thoughts and part of iThe Crucible/i (which we're doing for the school play).
"I counted myself so plain, so poorly made, no honest love could come to me! Suspicion kissed you when I did; I never knew how I should say my love."
I'm not sure why those lines inspired this, but they did.
This comment is longer than the drabble. I am pathetic.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Stop telling yourself lies, girl; you know you'll never win. Can't you see that he can't be won by the likes of you? Maybe he's cold, maybe he's gay, or maybe he's just plain uninterested. Maybe he loves someone he lost, or maybe he's afraid. It doesn't matter, girl – you'll never be anything more than the friend; a companion and a fighter but nothing else. Maybe you could help him, if he let you in, but he's not going to. Keep throwing those punches, girl; you've got a long way to go.