Author's Notes: So I'm going to be attempting to play around with the make up of a story. The last time I did it the story actually came out pretty good. which was a relief. The next chapter will be much longer, its not going to be a story just of drabbles (incase you were wondering) but there will be chapters that are drabble-ish dispersed through out. So please stick with me while I try to fine tune this. Thanks!
Also it would be a great help if you reviewed to tell me what you thought.
Insomnis Veritas: In Dreams there is Truth
Chapter 1: Prolouge: Same Old Dream
She bolts up right an incoherent cry dying on her lips even as the last nightmare image fades away. Her breath is a thundering roar in her own ears drowning out any other sounds.
For a moment her eyes dart around, trying to see into the shadows that gather in the corners of her room. There's only emptiness; in the room and in her head. Suddenly she has a new, old, fear that the emptiness goes out into the hallway and into the other rooms. Then she's out of bed, blankets left in a heap behind her, as she dashes into the hallway.
The hall is as empty as her room and she panics for a second. She comes to a skidding halt outside his door, gasping in air and staring at the dark wood. She has to force herself into stillness. She whispers a prayer as she opens the door and peers inside.
For a heartbeat that feels like a lifetime she sees nothing. Her hands start to shake close to rattling and then…
He's sleeping on the bed; face turned toward the door, with his hair is a gold halo around him. He shifts, his mouth moving soundlessly. Seeing it she lets out a shaking breath she hadn't known she was holding.
At the threshold she hesitates, almost convinced that he's some mirage that will disappear if she moves any closer. Eventually she creeps into his room, silent as a shadow, until she's standing by his bed. With just her fingertips, the barest brush of skin on skin, she touches his cheek and its real.
He's real.
With that knowledge the tension in her shoulders and back drains away in a rush that leaves her almost limp with relief. When she heads for the door she hears the sound of his breathing change minutely and then—"Tifa?"
It's a groggy whisper and she turns back to see a brief glint of pale light on half opened eyes. "S'mthin' wrong?"
She smiles; thinking he can't see it, but not sure. "Just a dream," she whispers back.
"M'k."
