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(Tifa POV)

We were driving in the midst of nowhere – or so it seemed to me. I started to worry more and more every mile we drove. Would we even find him there? Maybe he had left already? What was not even a whole day, felt like a week to me. I woke up as happy as I hadn't been in long and now I am just as sad as I had been at the beginning. I tried to ignore these thoughts and stared at Vincent's hair that was waving along with the cool wind that came through the open window of the truck.

Soon we had reached the cemetery. I shut the car's door behind me and took a look around. I didn't see anybody walking or standing, it was like deserted. Darkness already hit the earth and the sun had vanished causing me to shiver. Too many horror movies had given me the impression that always something had to happen at cemeteries at night.

We opened the gates and walked inside. Silence. Nothing but oppressing utter silence.

Only after a minute of walking between all the different graves, shaped differently, I saw something in the dark. "Over here!" I yelled for Vincent. In a flash he had appeared next to me, creepy as ever. The way he walked so quietly had fascinated and scared me at the same time. It was indeed Cloud who was lying on the floor. I shook him as much as I could, but he wouldn't move. It was only until Vincent tried – rougher than I did – that the blonde man groaned. I noticed blood on his shoulder. My heart was racing once again. "We have to get him to hospital. Quick!" I demanded and seized Vincent's arm.

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His sweating forehead rested on my lap. On the inside I pleaded for him to survive. Isn't it amazing how weak we get when somebody we love is in danger? How we suddenly try to deal with god? Making numerous promises we would never keep just to make sure that everything turns out fine? I made such a promise long ago, to protect him. Always. I would love him. Always. And I had. So God, will you let him die on me now?

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I felt drowsy as I awoke on the little couch placed near Cloud's bed. His state was critical. I rubbed the last bit of sleep out of my eyes. My throat felt dry, my eyes felt sore. I must have cried. Silently at night, like I had always done. But there was a reason to be happy: he would pull through. He would be with me again. I would feel his warm body lying next to me again. Everything was going to be alright. Right?

I would have to thank Vincent. Had he not made me search , Cloud would be dead by now. Don't you see how much your friends care? How much I care?

My eyes wandered over the nightstand where all of Clouds belongings were spread over. I couldn't take my eyes off his cell phone. Why would he barely ever answer when somebody called? I couldn't help but feel tempted to check. I flipped it open and started pressing various buttons. Nothing all too interesting I thought. But what I found interesting was, that he had tried to call Ashe. Her again, hm? I rose from the couch and swore silently. And as if he had heard me, Cloud groaned my name during sleep. I didn't see why I still felt so torn. The insecure feeling of her being better than I could ever be wouldn't leave my mind. Just when I had first met her, she appeared strong and determined. Like it was hard to break her world.

Still, I felt she needed to know that her friend was in hospital. My finger rested on the button. Should I? I decided I wouldn't. After all, when we last met I wasn't all that friendly. It didn't feel alright. I felt ashamed. And as sudden as the anger had aroused it left as the feeling of Cloud hugging me on that very same day reappeared. I turned around and looked at his resting body. He was a little pale. I placed his cell back where I had taken it from. "Sorry." I whispered

Another hour must have passed. I still sat on that little brown leather couch. I tried my hardest not to think about anything that had happened lately. Suddenly I heard him shifting in his bed. Quickly I got to my feet and hurried over to his bed. "Cloud?" I whispered stroking his hair that was sticking to his forehead due to all the sweat.

(Tifa POV End)

(Cloud POV)

I felt sore all over, especially my shoulder hurt. The light blinded me as I opened my eyes. But soon it was covered by something dark. Tifa's head had appeared over me. Her hair smelt great, just like in my dream. As she leant backwards a little her hair brushed my cheek and tickled me. I would have smiled had I felt strong enough to.

"How are you feeling?" she asked me gently, her hand taking mine. It was cold, really cold.

"Bad." I pressed through my lips with as much air as I could exhale. I felt so tired. I wanted to tell her about the dream I had. I couldn't even raise my hand to touch her cheek, as much as I wanted to, nothing would move. I just lay there and looked into her eyes. She looked worried and happy at the same time. "I had a dream." I whispered to her. "A dream of us being a family."

She had such cute little dimples when she smiled. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel her skin just as I had in that dream.

"Was it a nice dream?" she asked me, leaning a little closer. "Yes it was. I got to sleep next to you and hug you every day."

She giggled. "Well you still can."

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(Weeks Later)

I was back to myself again. The wound had nearly completely healed and I felt my strength returning. But despite all these changes, the biggest was about to happen now. I stood in the middle of the church looking at my things scattered across the floor. The blanket I had always slept on. The little wooden box I would use as a table. I would miss the scent of the flowers somehow. But this wasn't my home anymore. It had actually never been. It was nothing but my place to hide.

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I kicked the door to the bar open with my foot and stepped inside – all my things squeezed into a large bag. It was like some corny movie; the man comes home and the woman is already waiting with food. As I had shut the door and turned around Tifa was indeed standing in front of me with cutlery in her hands. I couldn't help but smile. "Well, I am home hunny."

As I had stored my stuff away I followed the tasty scent of food into the kitchen. Letters were lying on the table. Both addressed to me and her. "Sorry. I meant to bring you these to the church last time." she said, still having her back turned towards me.

"It's ok." Tifa Lockheart it said on one of them. There was a sticker on the front. "You know." I began, trying to get her attention. "You married me, true or not, shouldn't your name be Tifa Strife then?"

She turned around and blinked at me. I guess to neither of us that thought ever appeared. Suddenly it had gone silent. Tifa didn't stir in the soup anymore and all that made some noise was the clock on the wall. Tick-Tack.

I broke the silence. "Well I would like to give you my name."

"You-"

"Yes Tifa Lockheart." I bent down and drew the little velvet box with the ring I had bought on my way to the cemetery out of my pocket. "Will you marry me?"

(Cloud POV End)

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I am incredibly sorry for updating this late. I was in Cannes for a week. :3 Awesome.

Anyways, hopefully you enjoy this chapter.