A/N: Hello dear readers! I'm sorry for neglecting this story for so long, my Zifa inspiration sometimes randomly diminishes (but is never completely gone) and I have to wait until I can write half-decent one shots again ^^ Hope everyone is well :)

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Light

For those of broken hearts and shattered minds, she would be a unwavering pillar of endless support and trust, giving him strength where it failed him.

Like for Cloud, she had been a source of his light, chasing away the nightmares of Shinra.

But like every person's light, she faded.

She was always so vibrant, humble about her achievements, about her important role in the lives of her friends and his own, but she never shone less than the sun itself. He always found his way again just by following the radiant light she emitted from her kind soul.

But now he couldn't see it anymore.

Not while he gazed at her tombstone, a silent, mourning Cloud beside him and two weeping children in-between them.

Cloud pulled Denzel into him as his sobs grew louder and Zack tucked Marlene against his chest, both men wishing they could shout their sorrow out to the world.

The last battle with Sephiroth had been a long one, one, like every conflict, had its victims.

And she was one of them.

The attack had come directed towards Zack and Cloud, but instead hitting either of them, it had hit Tifa, who had jumped right in between the offending attack and her two friends.

The sword had effortlessly plunged into her skin, tearing her organs to shreds as blood dripped steadily from the wound and her mouth.

Sephiroth's rough detachment of his blade had caused more blood to gush out of her and as Zack helplessly held her shivering form in his arms, he watched her light slowly fade and he knew in that moment, no materia could save her.

They had defeated Sephiroth shortly after, but had lost many, including their brightest light.

His gaze roved over the words engraved in the stone.

In memory of Tifa Lockhart-Fair

Beloved friend, loving mother and missed protector of Midgar

The last engraving, he had done as a personal request.

If darkness consumes me, you shall be my never fading light, brighter than the stars, warmer than the sun. Always.

The first droplets of moisture that hit the ground wasn't the sudden onslaught of rain that beat upon their backs.

It were his tears.

Thank you all kindly for reading! :) Feel free to send me any prompts/ideas to write