Was it wrong to ask for his time. Even just 2 hours? Denzel, the little boy who he adopted himself kept on asking about him and i don't know what to say cause i don't know where the hell is Cloud. No scratch that, I knew where exactly he was. With her, with Aerith, at her church for several weeks now. You can call me jealous, because i am. Im here, in the bar working my ass off so i can provide food for us, afford Denzel's schooling and things he needs and wants, Cooking for Cloud and taking care of him. Still, it's still her. It was always her.

And me? A childhood friend, his best friend, a mere pit stop and made my home a hotel. He come's whenever he wants, rest here and eat here then leave again then come back whenever he feels like it. After 5 years, its still like this. Barette told me to kick him out but i don't have a heart to do that. Yuffie suggested for me to confess even though i already know the answer. He doesn't return my love.

And Denzel ? The boy that he promise to take care off. The boy who looked up to him. The boy who missed him as much as me. Denzel is now 13 and i can no longer entertain him by baking cookies with him or do some girl stuff. He needs a father-figure, someone who can entertain him, help him and give him advice because in reality i have a woman's perspective and Denzel isn't a woman.

I sigh as i continue to wipe the unclean tables. Im tired, frustrated and mad for making him do this to me. Why did i even love him? How can i even love him? He hurt me so many times yet when i see him smile at me, its like every pain he caused was forgotten.

I heard Ferrir and i knew i needed to talk to him. He enter the bar, just giving me a slight nod and walk up the stairs.

" We need to talk." I said controlling my anger.

" Tifa, I'm tired. Can this wait in the mourning?" He said emotionless.

" Where have you been? 3 weeks Cloud, i was worried and you missed Denzel's bday." I tried to keep my tone normal but i could feel my blood boiling. " How could you?"

He didn't say anything instead he slightly shook his head and continue to walk pass Tifa.

" You we're with her wern't you."

He didn't answer.

I scoff and look at him strait in the eyes. " Do we even mean something to you? Is she the only one you care about because clearly you don't seem to be worried about us. Im tired Cloud. I've raised Denzel in the past 5 years without your help but his growing and I'm going to need your help. His going to need your attention and love."

I stopped and looked at my black shoes then look at him again. " And your taking me for granted. Aerith is dead Cloud. No matter how many times you visit her church or pray, she won't come back."

" You don't know how i feel. I feel comfort whenever she's beside me and -"

I sigh loudly holding my tears. " Yeah, and you don't feel it here. Were a family. You, me and Denzel. atleast i thought we were. You have responsible here, we need to help each other. " I swallow the lump on my throat that was forming . " i need you." i whisper.

" Don't act like my wife." He said in a low tone.

"What?"

" Your not my wife." He said clearer this time. " So please, Tifa. What i do is none of your concern."

I gasp, his words hurt me. It was like a slap on the face, a reality check. Was i suffocating him? Did i ask for too much? I wanted to cry and i did. My tears fell and didn't hold them back. I bit my bottom lips and smiled at him weakly. " You right.., I crossed the line." I let out a nervous-sad laugh then ran my fingers through my hair " What am i thinking, I'm sorry Cloud. I've been tired lately and i guess i just threw my anger to the next person i see."

No matter how many time i told myself to move on, that his not the one, his no longer my knight in shining armour i still cannot forget him. The kisses and late night we shared keeps replaying in me head. How his lips feels like on mines. How his fingers fits my own perfectly, the way he whisper my name so lovingly. Until she came and swoon him away, forgetting me. Leaving me.

Barette, told me to guard my heart safely. To stop loving him before it too late, little than he know it was already damn to late.

Barette wasn't the only one who warned me. Yuffie, the immature ninja girl. She said to move on and find a man who can take care of me, who can love me and me alone. He'll help me manage the bar and accept me as a bartender and also love Denzel and treat him like his own son. A man who will be there and keeps me happy.

But first, i need to move on.