I haven't posted anything or updated for about 6 months... sorry about that! Eheh. We've been busy renovating the house and getting it ready to sell as the family's moving interstate at the end of this year. Anyway, this is the sequel to Her, just her. It's from Yuffie's POV about Vincent. I originally wasn't going to write a sequel but I just had the sudden urge to write this so here it is! Please review and give me your honest opinion, tell me if you liked/loved/hated/loathed it and just your general thoughts on it. You don't have to read the other one first if you haven't already, it doesn't really matter which order you read them. One last thing, I've nearly finished the third chapter of Three Cheers for Rubber Ducks, Snowmen and Revenge so I'll get that posted up ASAP.
Pierre: Bella-xRawr barely owns a dollar and therefore she most assuredly doesn't own Final Fantasy.
He never took any notice of her no matter how hard she tried, but that just made her try harder
He was so obviously broken that it tore at her heart and every time she laid eyes on him she wanted to cry.
He barely spoke, never smiled.
He was her complete opposite but she was determined to eventually change that.
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Then he laughed.
It was like all the darkness in the world disappeared for her and nothing could ever go wrong again. She could break a thousand mirrors and not suffer a second of bad luck. It wouldn't matter how many black cats crossed her path, how many ladders she stumbled under. He had laughed at her jokes and face pulling. He had noticed her.
He started to open up to her, bit by bit and she was ecstatic about it.
He laughed more and made her laugh in turn and they made each other laugh by how they had baffled the others. Their private jokes, the secret whisperings to one another and how they had to cover their smirks with their hands more and more frequently.
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He was so jaded but so perfect.
He still held on to the past and sometimes he would leave for days on end without getting into contact. She knew that he didn't think he deserved her, he wasn't worth it and she worried that one day he might realize that it was her who didn't deserve him.
Eventually he would come home and she would lecture him but she couldn't stay mad, not at him.
He teased her, deliberately leaving her out of conversations and pretending to be hurt when she attempted to tackle him.
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Soon he stopped leaving and just stayed, seemingly content with being where he was and her heart sang with joy. He still brooded occasionally, withdrawing into his shell but the times were few and far apart and it didn't worry her so much.
He was the dark to her light, her knight in shining armor who had rescued her from a world where nothing made sense.
It was he who helped her grow into who she was today.
Without him, the world would be a dark and terrifying place.
Without him, she would be nothing.
Without him, she couldn't live.
Please review!