I never earned your respect. I left you to think of me as the forgettable one, the girl without a name who you referred to so carelessly as Tifa.

I have no name now.

I treated you with care and love, and tenderness beyond that which I gave to my father. My own mother was the only one I ever loved more than you.

And that was because I lost her.

I've faded; a wisp of sorrow carried on a string in the wind that rushed away from you in the wake of the planet's rebirth.

Everyone was saved but me.

I awoke not as myself anymore. I could never breath again. I don't need to anymore. Besides, I couldn't even if I wanted to.

The silver hand that murdered her, murdered me. He took your angel away, and I can still remember how it felt when he murdered me.

His stiff cracked fingers grappling down my screaming throat until they clenched my soul, clamping and ripping it from its case.

My lifeless body was left cold and bleak to rot in the snow. I was the only one to witness the ghoulish disturbing image of the pain I had suffered throughout my many years mirrored on the frozen features of my porcelain face, forever crystallized and never seen.

The lifestream was in disturbance when my body was killed. My soul could not return to the planet; that was too busy fighting a battle of its own.

I became what it is to not exist.

I watch you. I am the senses embodied in a form that ironically none of anyone's senses can recognise. You can't hear me, touch me, smell me, see me or…ever taste me. Yet I can do all of those things to whomever I wish.

And I can creep into the crypt of your mind and meld with your conscience to speak to your soul that listens without ears. I will guide you to her resting place and show you what you've done.

I lifted. Abandoned Tifa forever as the poor little girl she always was.

Poor little urchin. Nobody ever loved her enough so she could be saved. Fate didn't exist, as she learned. Fate was just a word for what you deserved.

And fate was as cruel as it could have been to her.

That's when I knew she couldn't have meant much to you. The rope she thought was so strong between you snapped the moment she curled up in the snow. She realised the rope was never there. You'd abandoned her long before now.

Haven't you?

Oh I'm sorry, did I upset you by bringing you here?

You see her now don't you? That is her hand glistening there in the sunlight, peaking out from under her tomb of snow. There she is.

Here lies the body of Tifa Lockheart.

Not so strong now is she Strife? Her skeleton fingers will haunt your nightmares for years.

More than your angel ever did.


Author's Notes:

This was creepy, and don't ask where this idea came from. I just started typing and as all of my stuff does, this elaborate thing materialised from such a simple idea – Tifa's P.O.V about Cloud. I hate the normal oh-so-common P.O.V's you read (though I have to admit so many are good!) I like originality as I've tried to do with all my pieces. I just though I needed to feed you guys a treat, a COMPLETED! Piece of writing to show you I'm still alive and writing.

Sorry about the delay on my other works. I have chapters in progress, and a Christmas holiday coming up, so no worries!!

Look forward to some Christmas holiday treats in the form of my writing!! (not much I know but shh)

G'night and God bless!

Xx Jessie xX