Tifa stopped in the driveway of her and her boyfriend's home. She sighed. Wanting to pass the time before another argument. The only good thing about this entire situation was the make up sex. They would fight and then he would apologize and she would give in yet again. What is wrong with her? Why did she give in so quick? Why did she stay with him? Tifa rested her head on the steering wheel. What was the point? He hated her job as a barmaid. She used to think it was jealousy or something, but he proved her wrong.

He didn't care about her. Or at least Tifa didn't think he did. Why was she with him? Why is she living with him? Tifa would always have this inner conflict before she walked through that door. The door that welcomed her into arguments and pointless badgering. She debated whether or not she should get out of the car. What was the point? Tifa could sleep outside and he wouldn't care. All he wants is the sex. They tolerated each other just for the end result. That shouldn't happen. Tifa should feel welcome in her own home and want to go home, but she found herself sitting in her car, not knowing what the hell was going to happen when she walked through her front door.

Tifa took a deep breath and unbuckled. She grabbed her purse and keys and, with every fiber of her body, forced her way out of the car. She walked up to the door and unlocked it. She stepped inside, closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst. Nothing. It was quiet. She did see his car outside didn't she? She slowly opened her eyes. Nothing. Tifa began walking toward the kitchen. No one. Tifa still didn't leave her guard down. She knew it was off to have a day without fighting. Unless he was passed out drunk.

Tifa went for the stairs. She slowly walked up them. What the hell? Why was it so quiet? She went and checked in the guest rooms first. MAybe his parents came and surprised him? Maybe hers did? She made it to her bedroom. She held her breath as she opened the door. Tifa boiled with anger at the sight with him and Aerith. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?" Tifa shouted and startled them both. Aerith didn't pretend all innocent. She simply smirked. Tifa walked over and ripped the sheets off of them both. "You think this is funny Aerith? Get the fuck out of my house." She stood, but not quick enough for Tifa's anger.

Tifa grabbed her by the upper arm and forcefully walked her outside. "But my clothes!"

"I will be sure to mail them. You still live on twat boulevard correct?" Tifa said as she threw her out of the house and locked the front door. She stormed back upstairs to see him half dressed. "Oh I am not even done with you! In MY bed? In MY home? You must be mentally ill."

"Not like you are home anyways!" HE exclaimed.

"That is your sorry excuse? What are you an army wife? Grow a fucking pair! Get the fuck over it!"

"Tifa! Fuck off! I am tired of all this shit you start!"

"I start? As in me? You are the one that brought, not just anyone, but that slut here! You knew I was still fucked up from before! She ruined everything for me last time! It isn't going to happen again!"

"Maybe you are the problem? Ever think of that? You are so fucking high maintenance!"

"You want to know high maintenance? You are such a fucking slob! All you do is make a mess! And while you are whoring around, I am home cleaning your shit up! I am sorry that I work late! I am trying to pay some of the bills! Question? Have you even been going to work? Or are you so braindead you got your sorry ass fired? Or maybe you are such a fucking cunt that you suck off your boss to keep the job!"

"What the fuck? At least I don't dress like a whore to get easy money! I actually do shit! Not just prance around infront of half drunk or completely wasted men! Tell me have you gotten raped yet? It is bound to happen wearing that slutty get up."

Tifa backhanded him and shouted, "GO TO HELL!"

"AS LONG AS YOU WON'T BE THERE!" Tifa bit her tongue so she could restrain herself from screaming again. The neighbors were probably waking up or calling the police. She turned around and grabbed a duffel bag. She began grabbing clothes and putting it in there. His voice softened. "Tifa what are you doing?"

"Something I should've done a long time ago." She zipped it up and turned to him. "I can't take this. I won't take this." Tifa never had the strength to even get this close to leaving him.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

"No, just don't apologize. I am done with this. I can't live like this."

"Tifa I really didn't mean it. I am just sick of the fighting. I mean maybe this-I don't know. Please don't leave."

"No I can't do this anymore. I have to be strong."

"You can be strong here." He came towards her and rested a hand on her shoulder. Tifa bit her lip.

"I'm sorry. This isn't working."

"It can work. Just please." Tifa looked away and felt tears form in her eyes. He then took her into his arms and kissed her. She immediately forgot about the fight. Forgot about Aerith. Forgot about leaving. All there was, was him. That is how love should be, not a never ending roller coaster. She wrapped her arms around his neck. HE lifted her onto the dresser. She rested her forehead against his when they pulled away. "I am a complete fool if I stay."

"But you are my fool," he said and his blue eyes lit up slightly, with love? No it wasn't that. He cared for her but she wouldn't recognize the look of love. She saw it in the faces and eyes of younger couples.

It was more hope. Yes, hope. Something as simple as a look but can be a complete motivation. The slightest bit could drive someone to the end of the earth. Yes he had hope. That was enough for her. That he never gave up. That no matter how tattered the situation he would always have a small spark of hope.

Tifa smiled and softly laughed. She looked into his eyes once again and she could tell he expected no less from her. Tifa sighed and said, "And that is what makes it worth it, Genesis.