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Chapter 2
(Tifa POV)
Why did you come and get him? I don't believe in Angels or that sort of stuff, but I do believe that this man still had to live. I thudded onto my couch and strode my sweatshirt off. My day had been exhausting enough. I stared at my hands, the hands that had been inside a man's body just about two hours ago. Did I try everything I could to save him? I held his heart iin my hands as he died.
(Tifa POV End)
Cloud had sat right across the table, watching her brush her bangs out of her face. Tears started to stream down her face. She sat up again and wiped them away. Her hands rested in her lap as she stared right through him.
(Cloud POV)
I eyes her closely and took in every of her movements. Her beautiful eyes fixed me. I stared right back at her. I even cracked a little smile, but she couldn't see. She wouldn't even know I was there. I raised my hand to caress her cheek with the back of my hand. It slid down her cheek just a centimeter away. I couldn't touch her and she wouldn't feel me. It was somewhat frustrating. Seeing her cry and there was nothing I could do. I got to my feet again and watched for another minute. She had thudded back onto the couch and was now lying on her stomach. Her face was burried into a cushion. I pretended to stroke her back as I passed by. I shut the window so she wouldn't catch a cold and watched her doze off.
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I entered a little corner shop. My friend Zack and I strode through shelves. Passing by the juices I asked him. "Is it possible to get visible to the ordinary human?" He chuckeled at me and turned to the left. I followed him, still wearing my curious look. Anxiously I awaited his answer. "Yes, it is." he retorted and tilted his head at me.
"Then how do I do it?" I tried my hardest to keep abreast with him. "You just wish for it." he chuckeled at me again. "But Man, we weren't human to begin with. Why would you want a human to see you now? There's never a need to."
"Did you ever try?"
"No, as said. it's unnecessary."
The shop's door bursted open. A man with a gun stormed inside and yelled for everyone to lie on the floor. Zack and I stayed calm. Striding over to the threshold I put my hands onto the man handing over the money to the intruder. 'I don't want to die yet. Sarah.' I could read his thoughts. Thoughts of fear. Zack watched me from further away. As the intruder rushed outside with a bag of money, he nodded at me. "Let's go to the beach. The sun will rise soon."
"I wont come with you." I retorted. "I've got something to do." My friend raised an eyebrow at me. "Is that so?" he said in a surprised yet gibing tone.
(Cloud POV End)
(Tifa POV)
I sat in the laboratory reading a few books. Books about operations on the open heart and stuff like that. It was close to 11 pm and my eyes felt heavy. Shutting each of the books I had spread on that little black desk I switched the table lamp off so the room was scarcely lit. Rubbing my neck I stood up and switched off the last light source in this room.
I was alone in the corridor. My footsteps echoed from the stone walls as I made my way to the main entrance where I had parked my bike. A I turned around the corner my eyes fell onto a tall man dressed in black standing in the middle of the corridor. "Excuse me Sir, the visiting hours are over." He spun around and faced me. Something about his curious look caused a shiver to run down my spine. "Waiting hours? What are they for?" He didn't say it gibing, but curious, as though he had never really heard about them before. I backed away a little and frowned. "Whats's your name?" I asked politely.
"Cloud." he retorted.
"I see." I felt a little uncomfortable. It was dark outside, the corridor was empty and this man, by all means, did not appear to be sane.
"You'd better leave the hopsital and come back tomorrow again." I advised him and walked away into the direction I had come from. When I had walked away a good few meters I turned around again to see wheter he had followed my advise but I couldn't see him anymore. 'You were fast.'
(Tifa POV End)
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(Cloud POV)
I went inside the room and watched the man sleep. I picked up the thing that had everything about his health written on it. "Pete Warrick." I read. I lingered in the room for some more. He was alone in this room, the bed to his left was empty.
"Even though I can't see you, I know you are here." the man spoke. I was about to leave.
I did not say anything, hoping he would just talk while sleeping. "I know what you are." he spoke again. He chuckeled and sat up straight.
I took a seat on the chair his wife had been sitting on earlier. "How come?"
"Oh, Haha." he laughed. "Treat me for dinner and I'll let you know." He winked and crawled out of his bed. I agreed. For somebody having felt my presence, he didn't look that smart.
"Bring me some of your french toast." The man ordered. His face was a little pale, his hair short and messy and the moustache made him look somewhat facetious. I watched him eat as greedy as I had never seen someone eat. "You know man, I used to be one of you."
My neck grew longer. "Are you serious?"
"Yes I am." he said with his mouth full of food. "But you know." he screwed up his face "I wanted to become human."
"And how do I become human?"
"You just fall. You think of it as hard as you can and then." he paused. "you fall." He said it as though there was no big deal to it, but falling? What do I have to fall down from?
"What is it like to be human?" I asked curiously. My hands rested on the table as I eyed him closely, hoping I would maybe find something about him that implied he was a real human.
"Well first of all, you wake up and your whole body hurts and you are hungrier than ever. Pain is something that makes you human it seems."
"How do things taste?"
"Everything tastes different. But that's not something I could explain to you very well."
"Try." I said curiously, a grin forming on my lips. "I've read part of a book once and this man knew how to describe, so must you!" I pressed further.
"Well let's take this toast for example. It tastes." he munched on it a few times, screwing up his face again. "A little spicey, sandy even, since the bread is toasted. Juicy." he closed his eyes for a second. "Oh give me an easier task." he frowned. "I just enjoy the fact I can eat. I don't question it. As a human, it's vital."
Taking his explanation as it was I waited for him to finish eating.
"Say, do you guys still gather at the beach?"
I nodded.
"Take me there."
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"Oh it's still as beautiful as it used to be." The sun was about to set and we heard this music again, the mousic we would always hear whenever the sun rose or vanished. I turned my head around to look at my friend Zack as I noticed that Mr. Warrick had put off all his clothes. Throwing his undies into the sand I watched him run straight into the water. I jumped after him.
"Oh I love the feeling of water on my naked skin." he exclaimed.
"I wouldn't know." I shook my head at him. I frowned a little at the man floating in the sea besides me. What would water feel like?
"I'd better bring you back again." I said.
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I came back to the library after making sure Pete was back in his room.
"She looked at me." I worshipped. Turing my head around to look at Zack, I saw he was smiling at me. though his smile wasn't like a happy smile, rather one that told me 'Boy, you fell in love.'
We were lingering in the library again, where we would spend our time mostly next to the beach.
I strode through the shelves watching people and reading their mind. 'Oh sounds interesting.' I heard a woman thumbing through a novel. 'I should hurry up, I still need do buy some milk.' I heard a man to my left. He was looking at his watch nervously before putting the book back where he had gotten it from and fetched his coat.
"Oh hello." I heard someone say behind me. Spinning around my gaze fell upon the very same surgeon I had met a couple of time earlier. "Dr. Lockheart.'
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Well I hope you guys liked it. :) I recently saw the movie again (Yes it's airing amazingly often here), but I decided to change the whole story a little, or else it would be boring, right? Besides, I'll add a happy end in my story I guess. Who would want a sad one anyways.