The world felt wrong as they walked away from the city, the sunlight beaming down even as the air turned chill. How could the world still be this beautiful now she wasn't in it? Why was the sky not heavy and dark with rain clouds, soaking them in freezing water? The realities of life were so very different to convenient fictional scenarios. They walked in near silence until they reached endless expanses of ice. Tifa stared up at drifting flakes wondering just how the flower girl would have reacted to them stood beside her and surrounded by the falling white.
