Authors Notes: Ok so after a long time stalling I've done it, her suicide. It may be a little confusing so just bare with me. italics are Tifa, normal lettering is Aeris.
Dedication: To Koran, selfish even in death
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing at all.
The Act
I want to die, I really do. I've written the notes, I've said my good byes. So why can't I do it then? Why can't I just end it. Because you don't want to Tifa.
What who said that? God I'm hearing voices now, voices but why her. Why in Gaia's name her?
Because I love you Tifa, you can't do this to yourself. They love you. They love you more than you can see, even Cloud. Liar, Cloud doesn't care and you. I'm coming to join you, I have more people in the lifestream than in actual life. But we don't need you Teef, they do. They need you so bad, I know you're lost and that you're hurting real bad right now but it'll get better. Life will get better for you Tifa. What makes you so dam sure about that!?! Aeris don't you see, I just want to die. Just let me die, I'm begging you. It's not me whose stopping you, it's you. Don't let Cloud do this to you Teef, you're to strong for this. Far to strong. Shut up Aeris, I'm weak. You're the strong one, if it were me who had died Cloud would be happy. He'd have you. No Tifa! You'd have me. You've got me, you'll always have me! But you don't want me do you? What the hell are you talking about Aeris? Good you're so dense Tifa. I never loved Cloud in that way, I loved you. You Tifa. Wonderful, fragile, dense you. Aeris I-I ummm I don't... I know Tifa, it's ok I get it, you love Cloudy-boy huh? Yea. Well you can't blame a girl for trying can you? Go ahead Tifa, realse yourself. Come to the life stream if it's what you really want, what you really need. You sure changed your tune Air. Yea, I just remembered that you'd be here with me if you did. Win win situation then Air.
"Tifa?" an innocent voice calls. What was Tifa remains silent. "Tifa!?!" The child calls in vain, she pokes, she prods. Nothing. Life seemed to have left the mass that lay before the child. The mass simply layed there, crimson eye's peering at the ceiling with a dead clarity. Milky skin stained a dark shade off deathly red. A small smile fixed on her pale blue lips. Death certainly is beautiful, well in the case of Tifa Lockhart. Death comes in many a gise, for Tifa death had come as a friend ushering her, beckoning her. Death is not for the faint heated. Death is Aeris Gainsbrough, death is Tifa Lockhart. Death is the many, the few. The wondering solider and the lonely girl. The troubled man and the little girl. When you get down to its core truth death is you, death is me. Death is all. It's what gives life meaning. It's the epilogue, the course, the footnotes. Death is the witty anicdote you wish you'd thought of. Death is life and vice virsa. All will come and sit in deaths encompassing shadow. In the end we'll all welcome death in some small measure.