2. Love Someone

Did you ever love someone you weren't suppose to?

I have.

Well, I wouldn't say I shouldn't love, but rather, when her smile and heart longs for another, it's kind of hard not to notice.

Cloud this! Cloud that! Gah! I just wanna scream, but I don't. I just paint a smile, and go on with my day.

We roomed together on the Highwind, getting dressed, changing it was all so simple, I'd cover my eyes, and couldn't hold a blush for the life of me. Tifa stood there laughing, as she shook her head. Constantly asking me what was wrong, and I would just reply that I was always surprised by her body.

Every curve, the perfect way her entire frame had sat it was so goddess like. Something so beautiful to look at, but couldn't touch. I felt like a moth to a flame. She'd move, and I'd be drawn to her.

We were inspearatable.

I wonder what it would of been like, if she knew how I actually felt about her? How much I loathed Cloud Strife for taking her smiles to himself.

"Tell me, Aerith." She said, placing with strands of her dark hair, laying flat on her stomach on the bed across from mine.

I was opposite to her, my arms behind my head, fingers interlocked and hidden. "Hm?" I'd hummed, and turned off to my side, continuing to hide my hands.

"What was it like?"

Tifa probably asked this a thousand times, I'd shake my head and dismiss it, I couldn't this time.

"Frightening." I replied, biting down on my bottom lip, "I didn't know any of that was going to happen, I'm thankful to say the least."

She'd hum, and bursting through the door would run Yuffie, bright eyed and cheering about something. Tifa and I exchanged look, before questioning exactly what she meant. It was like she leapt over to me, and gripped onto Tifa's arm, jerking her off balance before rushing back to the door.

"Hurry!" Yuffie exclaimed.

Tifa would only shake her head, and smile. "I guess that's it with our time." She whispered, before launching herself out of bed and following Yuffie.

How right you were back then, Tifa. It basically was the end of our time, and neither of us actually stopped it from happening. You cosumed yourself with everything-Cloud as he tried to gain himself and we actually figured out who he was and everything in between.

I was abit surprised to hear that Zack and him were close friends, he would spill his final moments, and I felt even more traumatized than before. No wonder, I would tell myself, No wonder I didn't feel that way towards him.

Tifa's hands would meet her mouth as she asked me if I was alright, I couldn't do anything more than bob my head.

( Don't get me wrong, I felt it went Zack passed... But I didn't want to accept it. Now, I didn't have a choice. )

It felt like a guardianship with Cloud really. The Cetra protecting everyone around her, and then staying back to muster up the courage to attempt to resummon Holy.

Did I mention, Tifa was actually the one who retrieved that pale white materia of mine. I could gush for hours about how she looked after she dripped into the water, but just trying to fathom my own reaction to it couldn't surpress anything would actually be there. Every detail I turned away from, to hide how I felt.

There was nothing else I could do but to wrap my jacket around her shoulders in attempt to cover anything I wanted didn't want to see.

Two and a half years had passed since that time. I still have to wonder it was wrong to love someone like her, we worked together.. We really couldn't be separated.

We saw our share of misfortune, and I ached for a new.

"Tifa," I called one day, picking up afew glasses from the breakfast table, and drifting to the sink, where I would carefully spill everything in there. My hands beginning to work on getting each dish clean.

My mind stumbled with items to talk about, I wonder if it could of been like this all the time? It was so family like with Marlene and Denzel running around. The once mark of stigma that plagued Denzel had ended. We all saw a foe we never thought we would see again.

"What is it, Aerith?" She questioned in my silence.

I could only smile, and tilt my head back in her direction, watching as she moved a broom to the wooden floor.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, but I couldn't help but to wonder, "Did you ever love someone you shouldn't?" I questioned in a nearly whisper tone.

"Come again?"

Just breathe, Aerith. It's not like she knows anything yet.

"Did you ever love anyone." I paused, mixing up the words in my head, before my lips would properly grasp them, I focused. "That you probably shouldn't?"

I watched her shake her head when the corner of her eye, "Does this have something to do with Vincent?"

I gasped, almost dropping a glass on my foot, my toes shuffling quickly out of the way. "Tifa!" I breathed, as she rushed over to my side with a dust pan, and began working on the shattered pieces, "No, that's not it, that's not what I meant."

Vincent Valentine. He was probably the only man no one could love without it being something else, without him requesting to be left alone, and declaring himself a monster of any sort. It took a jack of all trades to actually remain him he was also human at one point.

"No, I mean really, Tifa.." I would whisper, as she gasped, a piece of glass finding its way into her skin, I automatically took her hand into mind, and pressed a clean rag to the wound, focusing on the task at hand, speaking without actually looking into her honey hues, "Do you love anyone you shouldn't?"