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"This place hasn't changed." The blond and his brunette companion entered her room, a place where childhood naivety mingled with the stale smell of time. The pair stepped further in, the young woman's fingers playing lightly over the dusty furniture. "Hey," she murmured as her eyes rested on her dresser. Cloud looked at her, having been temporarily distracted by the piano. She picked up a small glass heart and examined it. Her name had been delicately etched into it and it remained her favorite trinket.

"Papa gave this to me for my seventh birthday," she said softly. She held it out, offering it to him. "I want you to have it now." Cloud blinked a few times. "You're giving me your heart?" He chuckled and nodded in thanks. His fumbling fingers reached out to take it, but ended up dropping it on the floor where the glass shattered like a brilliant display of fireworks. They stood in stunned silence for a moment that seemed like a lifetime. "Shit, I'm sorry, Tifa," he said, dropping to the floor and picking up the broken pieces. Tifa just stared down at him and Cloud thought that if he touched her, she would break, too.