Trapped and afraid.
His hair was sparkling with clear droplets from the rain as he approached me. His eyes dark and full of pain as he assessed my every move. His hands were covered in those trademark, black leather gloves. Those leather-covered hands were reaching for me, slowly getting closer. As his hand was getting closer, the noise of his light footsteps were getting clearer, he's getting closer and closer to me. I can already sense the wall behind me. Why am I still moving away even though I know I can't escape him? What is making me so afraid of being near those familiar arms? Shouldn't I be running into them instead of moving away? No, it's the red tinge of blood streaked through his hair that is making me unsure.
"Tifa, it's me, I'm home." His soft voice tugged at my heart, making me want to jump at him, but my mind held me back, still unsure if it was safe. "You don't have to be afraid anymore." I had to make up my mind now, my back is already pressed fully against the wall. "Nh…" My voice seems to have a mind of its own, whimpering as his hand rests on my cheek. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my face and my reactions. I'm too afraid to look into those eyes, for fear I will lose control.
"Tifa. Please look at me." He moved his head so that his eyes were level with mine. I couldn't help but stare into those blue mako eyes as they bore into my soul, untying every string of tension I had left. Surely I was going to lose it and fall into those warm, strong arms. Can I finally stop being afraid?
Is it safe to… let go?
