A/N: Ah, greetings my fellow AC fans. This is yet another piece of work I plan to elongate until I feel it's suitable enough for my readers. It consists of romance, drama, tragedy, angst, and a touch of humor. The poem is an epilogue almost, basically summarizing the entire story. With the exception of the second romance, of course. But if you have half a brain, you should be able to figure that out on your own, especially after reading the second chapter.

Now, I refuse to make you wait any longer, though I can't see why you would want to read all of this in the first place. Anyway, I present to you... Renaissance.

When I said goodbye
To your beautiful face
I came to my knees
With no form of grace
I couldn't think straight
My mind was in shreds
Because everything's changed
Now that you're dead
I'll never forgive him
But I need to know
Was he really a friend?
Or always a foe?
I can't give him trust
Nor show him my fear
But I will show him pain
Tear after tear
And it's all for you
I swear, it's no lie
Please come back to me
Even if I have to die.

Cloud POV:

I hate it when people tell me that life isn't fair.
One and all can discern this.
But which includes more unfairness: life… or death?

"But Cloud, you promised!"

"Yeah, we've been looking forward to it all year!"

Tifa chuckled from the doorway. Cloud gave a slight 'you're not helping' glare to the silhouette in front of him. Behind Tifa was a screen door, smeared with fingerprints and rain stains. This made what he saw all the more beautiful; the autumn sun shone through several trees across the street from where their house stood. Orange light glowed all around and poured into the room. Cloud spotted three children running up to a doorway to the house across from theirs, all wearing extremely peculiar outfits. In fact, he hadn't seen one kid yet that wasn't wearing something that would make you laugh until you choked on whatever was in your mouth, even your own spit.

In other words, it was Halloween.

Tifa sat on a stool with a silver popcorn bowl filled with candy in her lap. She sat on the porch, but was still in view from the screen door and the next window, which began a mere inch after the doorway stopped.

Cloud sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to take the kids trick-or-treating. He was (though he would have trouble saying it in front of Tifa and the children) a little frightened about tonight. The freakiest of freaks came out this time of the year, and Cloud was worried about what would happen to the kids if they were lured inside a house getting candy or got picked up by some creep driving down the street, and what would happen to Tifa while they were gone.

Cloud knew that the kids would probably be fine as long as he were with them, which was hard to follow through with, really (Cloud shuddered at the thought from last year; two separate cramps from running everywhere and several pieces of candy thrown in his face from turning children around that looked like Denzel or Marlene.

But Tifa…

These creeps would snatch Tifa in an instant. Regardless that she could kick their ass anyway, but still. Cloud worried about her whenever she was alone. It just didn't feel right to him, and it bothered him that absolutely no one would be with her tonight.

Cloud felt a sharp pang at his left cheek and a soft thud on his left leg. He looked down and picked up a Tootsie Roll. He rolled his eyes and threw the piece of chocolate back to the laughing Tifa.

"Sorry Cloud, but you think too much. I had to wake you up somehow."

Denzel snickered and Marlene giggled. Cloud gave a playful growl to them and they stopped, then screamed and ran around the table that was in front of the couch they were sitting on. Cloud got up and reached over the table, snatching one of the two's arms. It was Marlene. He pulled her over the table and slung her carefully into his lap back on the couch and began tickling her. She squealed in laughter and squirmed, but made no attempt to get Cloud to stop. Instead, she shrieked, "Denzel! Make… make him stop! Ple..please!"

Denzel ran around the table and pounced on Cloud, tickling him too. Cloud immediately let go of Marlene and laughed. Marlene jumped on Cloud and helped Denzel with his devilish deed. Tifa remained where she sat, laughing so hard that she almost dropped the bowl in her lap.

"Okay, okay! Okay! Get off! I'll take you, I'll go!" Cloud was still chuckling when the two kids gasped and climbed off of Cloud's body. They began dancing around the room, chanting and singing. Tifa motioned for them to put their costumes on (gods knew what they would look like), and Cloud got up to walk to the porch.

As he pushed the door open, Tifa smiled at him and looked back at the street. Cloud stood behind Tifa, sliding his arms around her waist and sighed.

"Why the hell didn't you come help me? Tickling hurts you know."

Tifa laughed. Cloud smiled. He loved her laugh. Something had to be funny for her to laugh. Not to mention she had to smile when she laughed, and Cloud loved that even more. He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck, leaving his lips there for several seconds before removing them. Tifa managed to turn her head to face him and kissed his lips. Cloud smiled at her before walking back in the house. As Tifa watched him go, her smile faded and she gave a helpless sigh.

You'll know soon enough, my love…

"Wow, Cloud! Look at all this candy!"

"Yeah, we'll have rotten teeth forever!"

"And I'll pull each and every one of them out. Don't eat all of it tonight. Now go change and get ready for bed." Cloud nodded towards the front door and took two bags full of candy from two disappointed children. He watched them race each other inside, and then focused on the stool with the empty bowl on top of it.

"Tifa…" Cloud frowned for a moment. She would have taken the bowl in, right? And the porch lights are still on; if she had run out of candy, she would have gone in and turned them off. He shook his head. No, if Marlene and Denzel had seen anything yet, wouldn't he have heard something by now?

Cloud rolled his shoulders back and sighed. Tifa was right; he thought too much. And he thought the worse to boot. Shaking his head at himself for being so conclusive, Cloud walked up the steps and pulled open the door, grabbing the bowl as he stepped inside.

And there she was.

Cloud stood there for a moment, silver bowl in hand, staring at the woman that sat in front of him. She was in the center of the couch, both arms on the top of it. She smiled up at him, but noticed the firm look on his face and changed her cheerfulness to confusion. Cloud calmly stood there, not moving an inch, never saying a word. Tifa began to feel uneasy. She wished he would say something. There was no telling what he was thinking right now.

"Where are the children?

Tifa mentally sighed. "They're upstairs. Marlene's taking a showe- " She gasped and jumped as Cloud slung the candy bowl to the side. The impact of the bowl hitting the wall was sudden and loud, making Tifa's heart skip a beat. Cloud sighed and lowered his head.

"Do you have any fucking idea how much you scared me?"

Tifa tilted her head.

"Cloud, I didn't- "

"You fucking know how much I hate this time of the year! More than any other time! And it's because of you, and yet you become so fucking careless- "

"Cloud! The children!"

Cloud stopped. Not because he realized that Denzel and Marlene could hear him, but because Tifa was crying. He could see it in her expression, and he could swear her voice cracked when she yelled at him. Cloud sighed and rubbed his face. He felt guilty for making Tifa cry. It was one of the most heartbreaking things he'd ever witnessed. He walked forward and kneeled in front of her, taking her hands. She breathed slowly, and Cloud knew she was trying to hold it in. He'd learned that Tifa hated showing any signs of weakness, even crying in front of Cloud made her uncomfortable. He lifted one of his hands and tilted her chin up. Tifa's eyes remained lowered, and Cloud decided it was best not to push her, so he held her hand again.

"I didn't mean it."

He hadn't understood what he said until after he said it, but he instantly regretted it. Tifa's eyes flashed straight into his, no longer full of tears, but full of frustration.

"So… what did you mean?"

Cloud understood that she wasn't referring to the bowl or the comment that she had frightened him. He licked his lips, trying to think of how to explain why he had yelled at her.

"It's… difficult for me to…"

"Difficult for you?"

Try again.

"No, no. It's hard to explain- "

"Then should you bother?"

Damn her.

"I'm sorry."

Tifa nodded. "That's better. Keep going." Cloud blinked. She wanted more?

"I'm not sure what else to say…"

"Then say what you're sure of."

That was easy.

"I love you."

She knew it was what he would say; that's why she'd said it. In her head, she smiled. On her face, however, she remained stern. She stood, and so did he. Tifa thought for only a few seconds on how to bring the almighty Cloud Strife down. How to do it, how to do it…

She circled around Cloud, bringing her arm around his neck. She felt him shiver. Bingo.

Lifting herself up, she kissed his ear and whispered in it.

"The park. Midnight. Don't you dare be late."

Normally, sitting on a wooden swing that could give your ass the worst splinters you've ever experienced in your life would be a pain, but Tifa's attention was focused on the sixteen-minute late man walking towards her. She smirked when she saw the apprehensive expression on his face. Cloud put a hand behind his head and scratched his neck, unsure of what to do now that he was here. Tifa leaned forward, both arms on either chain that held her swing up.

"I warned you." Keeping off the subject of why he was really here wouldn't do much harm, would it? Or would it make it all the worse?

Cloud nodded. "I lost track of time…"

Tifa gave a playful growl and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. Cloud took a step forward, then another, then one more…

He gasped when Tifa lunged forward and tackled Cloud to the ground. When he looked up, he saw a vexed face staring right back at him. Then, she did something even worse than what he had been dreading.

She tickled him.

Now, Tifa's tickling was very diverse from Marlene or Denzel's. The kids had little chubby fingers that made tickling feel like rolling over tiny anthills. Tifa, however, had long fingers. What's worse, she had long fingernails. So getting tickled by Tifa was basically getting splashed in the face with cold water. It made you go insane, you don't expect it, and for a while you can't do anything about it.

Cloud only squirmed at first, making little grunting noises. He refused to let her win. To bring him here at midnight and tickle him? Oh hell no.

Cloud finally burst and laughed, wriggling even more and trying to pull her arms away. But she would always move them out of the way at the perfect moment. Prodding at his sides, his underarms, his neck, his shoulders, his knees, or whatever else she could reach, Tifa held her giggles in as she continued her task of punishment. Cloud finally reached up and placed both hands on either side of Tifa, holding her by the waist and catching her by surprise. She immediately stopped tickling and brought her hands to his. The sudden movement released her force against gravity and she dropped on Cloud's body. Eyes of entrancing sapphire captured Tifa's attention, and she found that she could feel nothing, hear nothing, or know nothing. Nothing except the glow of a streetlight above them beaming on one of Cloud's cheeks, making the skin paler than it already was. Pastel flaxen hair brushed over and away from his face, which would normally make it hard to keep the stare Tifa was giving him. But what she was doing wasn't exactly staring. It was gazing.

Cloud brought his hand up to Tifa's neck, sliding it around the back and underneath her hair. He shivered; the strands were soft and cold from the crisp air about them. He kept his other hand on her left side. Never letting go of his watch, he pulled Tifa's head towards his face so that their noses nearly touched. He heard Tifa hold her breath, and he smirked, only slightly. He lifted his head to her ear, delicately brushing his cheek against hers on his way. His lips found her lobe, and he moved them up.

"That's enough."

Tifa bit her lip to keep from shivering. The sound of his voice was soft, but commanding all the same. Still, she rolled her eyes. She'd stopped for a reason. It's not like she was going to keep tickling him again anyway. Cloud gently pushed her over and stood up, letting go of her waist and grabbing her hand. He pulled her up and brought her body closer to his. They were actually closer than they had been lying down. Tifa's eyes looked to her right so she stared through the strands of his hair. She felt something warm slide across her ear, and went weak at the knees when she realized it was his tongue. He licked the side of her ear up to her cartilage, then back down the other side. If Marlene and Denzel saw them…

Tifa lifted her chin and tilted her head away from him. But Cloud wasn't done. He nearly buried his head into her neck, trailing tracks of his teeth and saliva all the way to her collarbone. When he reached it, he took small nibbles and waited until she indicated it hurt too much, then stopped and kissed where he had bit. He played with the hem of her shirt, as if teasing her, asking permission to remove it. Tifa brought her hands to Cloud's chest, only resting them there. She sighed every now and then in pleasure. It had been a while since they'd gotten the chance to do this, and she wasn't going to miss the opportunity. In fact, she was going to savor every last bit of it. It wasn't the reason she'd brought him here, though.

"Cloud…"

"Hn?"

Tifa could only let out a moan as Cloud softy swept the back of his fingernails down her side, giving her more chills. His nails were exceptionally long, and it felt so good. Tifa felt more relaxed than she'd felt in a long time, but she was getting irritated. Cloud was so seductive when they were alone, and she forgot how hard it was to think when they were together. But damn it she had something to say, and he wouldn't let her. Bastard.

"Cloud, not now…"

Cloud moved his head to the other side of Tifa's neck and began nibbling there, too.

"Mm, why?"

"Because I… you can't… what if we get caught?"

"That's never stopped us before, has it?"

"It was a single incident, Cloud. Besides… what are we going to do in a park?"

Cloud stopped. Tifa lowered her eyebrows in confusion, then lifted them again in realization and mentally slapped herself. She didn't mean for it to come out the way it had sounded, but it was too late now. Cloud lowered his arms and took a half step away from her, giving her an intense stare that Tifa wanted to look away from. So she did. He let out a short breath.

"What was it for, then?"

Tifa didn't answer. Cloud brought his hand up to her chin and turned her head so that she was looking at him. Their eyes met for only a second, then her eyes fell to the ground.

"Damn it, Tifa, look at me."

She did. He lowered his hand; she wouldn't look away again after that, he knew.

"Answer me."

Cloud's voice was calmer this time, yet very firm. Tifa's lip trembled at the sound of it. She couldn't stand it when he was angry or frustrated, and right now he was both. Cloud didn't miss the tremble, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"It isn't that difficult, Tifa. You know I won't get mad at the answer. I just wish to know why." He took her left hand with his right. She didn't move. Cloud brought their hands up to his lips, placing them on her fingers and keeping them there. Tifa sighed. She didn't want to tell him why she brought him out here. It was a secret she'd been keeping for a while, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. Of course, not telling him would make it all the worse, but what had put her in this situation was procrastinating it in the first place, so facing the music was her only sane option.

"Let go of my hand."

Cloud pulled his head back. He hadn't expected that at all, and she sounded extremely serious. He did as he was told and put his hands to his side. The glow from the streetlight still reflected on him, but only his hair. His face was dark, so she couldn't see his expression. Quite frankly, she didn't want to. It made it all the easier.

She hadn't planned what to say. She'd tried, but nothing had come out right. She really hadn't been able to focus at all. She'd just been thinking about the consequences, and of course it would be the effect of her not practicing. She'd been thinking about it all day though. Ever since she'd woken up and her eyes had lain on his still-sleeping face.

There's no way he would let her beat around the bush. As much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't. She figured she'd get straight to the point, and that's just what she did.

"It's about Vincent."

If Cloud's expression changed, she still couldn't see it, so she went on.

"We've been… talking lately."

"About?"

"…A lot of things."

Tifa was getting frustrated at herself. She knew she was holding it back, even though she'd told herself not to. But it was so hard…

"We've been talking about us."

"Which 'us'? You and me us, or you and…"

"Vincent?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

Cloud lowered his head. Tifa felt a pang in her stomach as cerulean light spread over the top half of Cloud's face so that she only saw his eyes. Even though she couldn't see the rest of him, she knew that look in his eyes. It was impatience. Tifa knew better than to press that attribute. The more it built up, the worse it got when it evolved to anger. Unfortunately, she had no idea what else to say. Like he had read her mind, Cloud spoke up.

"What about the two of you?"

"Our friendship." That was a lie, and she knew it. He knew it, too, so he pressed further.

"Are you sure?"

"Not really."

"Then let's think a little more clearly. Tell me what you are sure of." Tifa scratched her neck where her jaw line ended.

"I'm sure of the fact that we… we think our friendship could go further…" Cloud's eyes narrowed, and Tifa's heart skipped a beat. She could tell this wasn't going to be good, but getting it over with was the best thing she could do, no matter how painful it would be.

"Cloud… he wanted me to tell you…"

She was still trying to find the right words to say without sounding too vulnerable or too stupid, but still be accurate and true with what she said. Cloud hadn't moved, and it was making her nervous.

"The two of us, you and I, shouldn't be together."

It wasn't Tifa who had said it, and that's what surprised her. Cloud's lips were already closed; she hadn't seen them move in the first place, he'd said it so fast. She was immediately confused, and what's more, she was terrified. He knew, and he was smart enough to know that if she denied it, she'd be lying. She opened her mouth to reply, but something told her it was best not to speak until she knew his true reaction. She pressed her lips together and slowly nodded her head twice. Cloud still didn't move. Why don't you do something?

"Do you agree with him? "

She took in a short, desperate breath and nodded again. She suddenly felt Cloud's eyes burning into hers; filled with a sudden feeling she'd never felt from that dreadful stare. It was hate.

"What were some of the things you said?" Cloud felt like an adolescent schoolgirl, seeking to gossip about he-said, she-said things. But that was ridiculous. They were grown adults, discussing matters he never thought they'd have to.

"We… we said tha –"

"I don't care what he said right now. I'm focused on you."

Those last words made Tifa quiver, but she continued.

"I told him I would keep my feelings for him and you diverse. That I would… diminish my feelings for you." She heard Cloud let out another short, angry breath, so she decided to keep going. "But I know I can't. I can't do that to you, Cloud. I can't do it to myself."

"You're doing a hell of a terrible job of it, then."

"I'm serious, Cloud. I can't let myself just lose the feelings I've gained for you."

"I meant the other way around."

Tifa's mouth came open, but only slightly. She'd just heard the most painful thing in the world, and she'd seen it coming all up to two seconds before he'd said it. She made her lips thin again and closed her eyes shut as tightly as she could, lowering her head. Cloud didn't bother to comfort her. He was losing the affectionate sympathy he'd felt for her earlier. In only a matter of minutes, he'd come to hate her. Something he'd never thought would happen.

"Are you going to him?"

Tifa knew there was more than a question behind it. It sounded more like a command, and she didn't blame him. Getting rid of her was something she knew he'd want to do immediately. Who would want to spend time around the person that was slowly breaking your heart?

"I will."

Something in her voice took Cloud by surprise, but he didn't show it. The feeling coming from her voice suddenly sounded like it was returning the feeling he was giving her. You break my heart, I'll break yours, I suppose…Though it was a game they'd already been playing since Tifa had spoken up about the park. Cloud's eyes widened a little. The park… there had been a reason she brought him here instead of telling him at their home. Fine, Cloud growled in his head. If that's how she wants to do it…

Tifa gasped as Cloud raised a hand to her, intending he was going to hit her in the face. As he had expected, Vincent suddenly dashed from nowhere, his hand grasped around Cloud's wrist. He stood in between Cloud and Tifa, his free hand at his side but still protectively in front of Tifa.

Tifa could barely see over Vincent's shoulder. Cloud was giving a full-on glare to Vincent, and she was sure Vincent was doing the same. She could tell Cloud wasn't too thrilled about having a newborn enemy who was a former accomplice and friend protecting someone who he'd just stolen from him while grabbing his wrist. But he did nothing. Instead, he spoke slowly, like he was being careful of what he was saying.

"So… where to start, hm?"

"You tell me… Cloud."

The way Vincent emphasized 'Cloud' made Cloud angrier. He said it as if they'd been enemies all their lives. Tifa took her right and placed it on the back of Vincent's shoulder so Cloud couldn't see. Vincent felt this and released Cloud's wrist. The touch from Tifa was a sign that she wanted him to be careful, for all their sakes.

Cobalt glared at crimson, and no one moved. Vincent's crow-colored hair tickled his face from being swept in front of it, but he refused to make the first move, as did Cloud.

"This isn't necessary Cloud. The best choice would be to simply accept Tifa's decisions and move on with your life, as she has chosen to do. You would be wise to consider the option."

"You don't know me very well, do you?"

"I know you well enough."

"Then you should know what comes next, right?"

He did know, and even though his face was layered with anger and hate, underneath it was a feeling of regret and sorrow. In a way, he'd always looked up to Cloud. It sometimes amazed him the way he dealt with problems, the way he played peacekeeper most of the time, the way he cared for everything important to him. He'd even come to admit to himself that he loved Cloud like a brother. They'd talked to each other in ways lovers couldn't even do. How different they were and how they still understood each other so well was still a mystery to Vincent, and here they were, about to end the path of him discovering the answer to it. Vincent kept his impassive glare steady, but kept speaking.

"Tell me, Cloud, would you regret it if someone died tonight?"

Tifa gasped slightly. Cloud's eyes twitched in surprise, but only for a second. After a while, he lowered them to the ground.

"No."

Tifa, whose hand was still on Vincent's shoulder, tightened her grip on the cloth she held. Vincent lifted his chin. He hadn't expected such an honest answer, or one so short. But he understood in nonetheless. Right now, his growing hate for Vincent was the only reason he had gone to hit Tifa; he wanted to see Vincent face to face, and since his words seemed limited, he didn't bring him out in the open just to talk. Violence was never the answer for Cloud, but it was one hell of a solution. Tifa had just broken his heart and bungled his head, and the only thing he could be thinking of is to get rid of her. Vincent knew Cloud still loved Tifa, but to leave him for someone like Vincent? What else are you supposed to do? Cloud has never been the type to sit in a corner and languish from distress all day. When something needed to be done, he took action. And the last victim of Cloud's words was Cloud himself. He felt right now at this very moment that if he himself died, no one would care; contrary to what Vincent knew what was the truth. Cloud was forgetting about the thirty other people that deeply cared about him, two of which expected him to be in his home in eight or so hours. Still, if this was where Cloud was going with it…

"I see. So Cloud, do you believe I don't know you well enough to determine the outcome of a battle?" He placed his hand on the tip of the gun tucked away in its pouch. Tifa tightened her grip again, this time digging two of her nails into Vincent's shoulder. He ignored it and waited for Cloud's answer. The blonde lowered his head, continuing to stare at Vincent.

"Was that a question," Cloud began while putting his hand on his Bustersword, "or an invitation?"

Vincent slipped Cerberus out of the pouch and held it at his side. The question was almost sardonic in Vincent's ears. The quandary of Vincent possibly having to raze Cloud in a battle was fading away with each passing moment. He put his left arm behind him and gently grabbed Tifa's hand, reassuring her only by touch, telling her to leave for safety at the same time. Tifa understood, squeezed Vincent's hand, and jumped into the air. Cloud let out a surprised and frustrated breath, his head following her as she jumped into the dark, masquerading branches above them. Vincent took the open shot and lifted his hand, firing a shot into Cloud's left shoulder. Cloud gasped and let out a groan of pain, stumbling backwards. Never actually having drawn his sword, he let go of the hilt and grabbed his shoulder, glaring up at Vincent, who was staring back. He hadn't put down his arm yet. Cloud refused to let a wound like this hold him back in a battle.

Once again gripping onto the hilt of his sword, Cloud came at Vincent and pulled out the oversized blade, taking a sightless swing at the man in front of him. Vincent, as Cloud expected, easily dodged and came around Cloud so that he was behind him. Cloud bent his right knee and swung his left foot back in an attempt to kick Vincent, or perhaps trip him. Vincent jumped up swiftly, barely avoiding the brutal swipe of Cloud's leg.

Vincent landed, and Cloud jumped above Vincent, in hopes he would have a better shot at striking him with his sword. All seemed like it was going in slow motion from there on out. Cloud saw it all, each passing second going by in fourths. He saw Vincent aim his weapon at Cloud, but something stopped him, the gun's blasting noise ringing through Cloud's ears nevertheless. He saw Vincent's eyes go wide, and as Cloud landed behind Vincent, he looked up to see why.

He'd shot Tifa.

He heard a cry, and wasn't sure if it was from Tifa, Vincent, or himself. All he knew was that it was a cry of anguish, and it gave him chills. Without thinking, he ran forward to the fallen woman in front of him and immediately inspected her. What he saw made him freeze. Blood was coming from a spot near Tifa's right eye, and her face was frozen in shock. Cloud fell to the ground next to her and grabbed her hand, noticing that it was already cold. Tifa's breaths were short and sharp. Cloud felt a fabric brush against his back and knew that Vincent stood behind him. He couldn't care less at the moment, though, seeing as how all of his attention was focused on Tifa's now scarred face. She looked up at Cloud with a pained expression, and Cloud noted that the pain he saw in her face wasn't because of her injury. It was regret, it was sorrow, and worst of all… it was guilt, and Cloud then knew she wasn't going to last. A million things rushed into his head at once, so much that he fell over Tifa, both of his hands on the other side of her. He struggled to pull himself back up, and when he looked back at the woman's face, she was smiling, but not at him. She was smiling at the sky above her, the once clouded moonlight now shining on her once perfect face.

Vincent came around Cloud and slid his arms gently under Tifa's flaccid body. Cloud didn't stop him. Whether they'd just brawled or not, Cloud knew Vincent too well to assume he would do anything redundant to Tifa. He did watch, however, as Vincent gracefully leapt into the air once again with a very lifeless Tifa.

Oh snap.
I hope readers were able to visualize this as much as I could. Of course, I'm the one that wrote it, but still. Like I said, drama, romance, tragedy, the whole sha-bang. If you notice any OOC-ness, grammatical or spelling erroes, or have any suggestions, please leave them in a review so I can improve. If you're the type that's firebug galore with your nasty flames, then go elsewhere. If I wanted to be criticized, I would have written a crappy story and posted it. Catch my drift? I accept supportive criticizm, but I'd appreciate it if you left some love, too.

Thanks for reading!