„So you got any special plans for the evening tonight?" Zack asked Cloud as both men were slowly making their way back to their respective rooms, damp towels threw over their shoulders.
The days flew so, so quickly here. They spent the whole days at the beach, doing all the great things you can do to fully enjoy the golden sands. Zack's smile widened as he remembered the day when Aerith used all her tricks to talk Cloud into building a enormous sand castle with her. They spent HOURS working on it, and later on Tifa was the one to walk hundreds of times from one room to the other, exchanging sour milk compresses on their sun burnt shoulders. Then it was a beer drinking contest between the two males, and a crab hunt they performed one night, when the beach was empty and the crustaceans would wander on the shore.
Most of all it was a possibility for Zack and Aerith to see their two friends finally relax, leaving all behind to such an extent that both the Cetra and the black haired man felt surprise at just how well the Nibelheim friends hid themselves on daily basis. Cloud appeared to have a bit of a wry sense of humor, maybe still not being the most talkative type but his comments always would make them laugh. Tifa on the other hand showed a very feminine, and a very surprising side, to her nature. While being not as girly and flirty and open as Aerith was, but it was thanks to her little teases and gently coquettish looks to the bartenders that got them most of the drinks for free.
"I… was going to go for a walk" Cloud finally said, breaking the silence that hung between them and Zack's remembering all the things they did.
"A walk…" the older man kept his voice light, but with a slight coy edge to it.
"Yeah…" the tips of Clouds cheeks turned into a shade of dusted pink, as he fiddled with the hem of his towel.
Relaxed or not, this talk was obviously going into the direction he didn't really want it to go.
"See the sun set, watch the night spill its diamonds and maybe get a not so shy kiss from a certain flower girl we know?" Zack's grin widened as Cloud came to a sudden halt, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.
"Z-Zack!"
"What?" he raised one brow, leaning onto the smooth wall.
Cloud was so fun to tease. Still possessing some of that boyish shyness he had when he joined ShinRa troops all those years ago, despite all he went through.
"It's… well the stars and sun it is…" the blond stammered on his words "But…Aerith…"
"Say that again and don't blush like a girl, Strife" Zack ruffled his friend's already messy hair.
"Zack…" that blush deepened "I-I… I mean…"
"Cloud, this IS Aerith we are talking about here!"
Oh he wasn't ready for talks like these, Cloud inwardly decided. To have a discussion regarding his somewhat still inexistent love-life was waaay above his skills right now. Maybe he could handle such a talk with Tifa, well he already did, in the small and secure space of her room, right after dusk, with the familiar and calming fragrance of her floral shampoo that reminded him of the home back in Edge. Then again, his childhood friend had this definitely paranormal ability to see through him and give voice to his often troubled and confused minds, which was a real blessing for him. And her gentle eyes and quiet voice didn't make him all stressed and close to freaking out about the uncomfortable subject.
But this, THIS was Zack.
ZACK. His best friend and savior at one point, who just happened to be the first boyfriend of Aerith and what she once thought to be the love of her life? At the very thought of that Cloud felt his insides twist and turn.
"She loved you more than me" the smooth voice made the younger one look up, into strikingly familiar blue orbs. Zack frowned as he saw how pale his friend suddenly got "You ok? You don't look all that good"
"Zack… me and Aerith…" Cloud cursed himself down to tenth generation his lousy communication skills "It's hard…" he prayed inwardly for any kind of miracle.
"It's ok" Zack grinned at him "Don't worry. We spent a lot of time together in the Stream, and believe me that we took that opportunity to settle things between us" obviously he understood what was going on in Cloud's mind at the moment.
'Oh thank you God' the blond sighed and his whole frame relaxed visibly.
Apparently living with Tifa under the same roof made Zack gain some of her ability.
"What about you?" he then asked, leaving the poor towel alone and finally starting to walk again.
"I'm cool with it. We both got a new chance right now and…"
"Zack… I meant about the evening…" Cloud smiled lightly.
Zack's brows furrowed, as he thought deeply about the possibilities he had. Well he had a lot of them, but he wanted to do something special on his last evening at the sunny resort. And since obviously Cloud was taking Aerith out on a romantic stroll, he really couldn't think of something right now that wouldn't include all four of them.
"I don't know" he shrugged his shoulders casually as he stopped in front of his door "If I can't come up with any ideas, I'll just ask Tifa to watch over me as I try to get my ass drunk"
His smiled dropped a little when he noticed a darker shade creep up into Cloud's usually bright eyes, fair brows knitting and causing a crease to appear on his forehead.
"What?" he blinked with surprise "She handles drunks pretty well from what I've seen"
"That's not that…" Cloud shook his head, pocketing his key all of the sudden "I'll go and talk to her"
Without a second of hesitation, Cloud walked away, and he soon was knocking on a nearby door, waiting for a quiet answer before entering the room. Zack blinked again, scratched the back of his head lightly and opened the door leading to his own room, still surprised at Cloud's sudden change of mood. He didn't say anything improper, right? He sat down on his bed heavily and leaned back, feeling how the mattress gave up under his weight. The white ceiling greeted him.
Maybe he really ought to go and try to get drunk tonight. If he would succeed, that would be a first. All the experiments he went through since he was sixteen made him immune to alcohol, and the strongest of liquors had minimal effect on him. Then again drinking alone seemed really pathetic. And Zack didn't include that word in the wide range of those used to describe him.
Maybe he could go for another swim. The beach would be almost empty soon, and the waters would be warmer than during the day. Soon the sun will begin to set , and the turquoise waves would gain fuchsia backs. And after that, watching the sky change its palette of orange and pink into the dazzling blue didn't seem like such a bad idea. And there was that little place he found the other day, secluded and protected from the view by the glorious flora of Costa del Sol, where it would seem like he was all alone in the world. Just the dying sun and him… That would be something worth remembering.
His ears picked up the sound of door to the next room closing gently. Cloud had to be back from his visit at Tifa's and whatever talk he had with her.
Zack pushed himself up suddenly, chewing on his lower lip, blue eyes gaining more of a lilac hue. And maybe… just maybe….
Tifa smiled to herself, as Cloud left her room and she was able to return all of her attention to the book in her lap. After six days filled with activities of different sort, she was actually looking forwards to having a lazy evening all to herself. And with two of her friends going out together, she was ready to spend some quality time with her criminal story. Dressed in the soft cotton robe with its sash tied around loosely, with her back supported by all pillows she found in the room and a tropical drink on her nightstand (thank you planet for room service!).
She was only at the beginning of the story, when Aerith came in, not even bothering to knock on the door, obviously stressed out about something and going straight to Tifa's dresser. She rummaged through it before fishing out a pristine white top. The Cetra didn't even manage to turn around fully and Tifa already agreed to her borrowing that certain piece of clothing, earning one of the biggest hugs ever. And the other girl was gone as quickly as she appeared, the bartender catching only the soft murmur of 'looking the best'. Amused, she continued with her story only for few pages before Cloud knocked and came in, smelling heavily of the sea and wind. She saw some grains of sand still sticking to his skin, as he climbed onto her bed, legs crossed and eyes wide. After a longer while of silence he finally asked her the 'are you alright?" question in every tense and grammatical form possible, making her brows wander up in surprise at the very unusual behavior of the said man. Considering Aerith's behavior from just moments before Tifa gave out a short laugh and she ruffled his hair, telling him to stop being a jerk and go and have fun.
And so she tried to return her attention to her book, her thoughts taking a sudden turn from her smitten friends to the last one, who surely had to be alone right now.
She didn't even realize she saw the memory of him on the beach instead of the written book pages in front of her.
Even in just her mind she could pinpoint every small detail of his face right now, or how her hands would slide over the sun kissed shoulders when he would pick her up and throw her into the warm waters of the sea. She could retrace every single water drop that clutched to his skin as he would look at her, the water level to the soft cupid's bow of his lips, wet hair all drawn to the back except the one lone strand in the front. His eyes gaining so much hues, vibrant and full of light, putting the gorgeous shades of the sea to shame.
Tifa sighed, finally putting the book aside, tilting her head back, her eyes directed at the ceiling but not really seeing it before her. She would be lying if she said that she didn't notice the sometimes darker looks he gave her. Or the touches that lingered just a tiny bit longer on her skin than it was necessary.
And oh gods she would be in so much denial if she said that all of those were unwelcome… Another sigh left her lips as she remembered how her skin tingled at a not so accidental brush of his hand. Tifa couldn't clearly recall the last time someone made her as edgy as she felt around him right now. How many times already she told herself it was because of the easily fleeting feeling of not having any care in the world. That it would all go away with the moment they stepped over the threshold of "Seventh Heaven"… She would have her kids to take care and her bar to run, and they all will easily slip into the routine they left for a short while.
A soft knock on the door broke the chain of her thoughts, and she felt the sudden urge to just stay quiet, and not answer. To pretend she's asleep, that she's not there… She wrapped the robe more securely around her frame and turned her head towards the door.
"It's open" her voice seemed a little more shaky than she would like it to.
Zack entered, looking as laid back as usual, a wide grin on his face. Dressed in thin beige trousers and a white wife beater he look relaxed and laid back, the light colors enhancing his tanned skin. Wine eyes snapped to his lower lip, the tissue there swollen and more red than it naturally was.
"What happened?"
"Been thinking" he kneeled at the floor, resting his arms on the bed, placing his chin on them "Any plans for tonight?" his eyes bright.
"No..not really" she pointed to her neglected book "Trying to catch up on some reading"
"So that means you're doing nothing!"
One brow raised as his grin got wider.
"And your point is….?"
"You know, as Cloud asked Aerith out on a date and they're going to do all the romantic mush, like holding hands and things that go on from there… I was sitting in my room, just across the hall, thinking…"
"Zack, you're babbling" she laughed lightly and he shook his head.
"Gee, you really know how to dampen one's attempts, don't you?" he ignored the strange flash in her eyes "So I was thinking, maybe we should be all romantic and do the same shit"
"Zack… I don't think you could pull off romantic even if you would tattoo that word onto your forehead"
"You wound me" he pouted lightly and pushed himself up to a standing position"Anyways, I won't take a negative for an answer, so Miss Lockhart, move your fighting ass and get dressed"
"Zack… I don't think…"
"Ok, no worries, I'll fish you something nice and dandy for a romantic evening with yours truly!" he was already half way to her dresser, leaving Tifa with an opened mouth and wide eyes.
He had to be kidding….
Then again, maybe he wasn't, as he opened the middle drawer where she kept the skirts Aerith made her take with her. Tifa found the sight highly amusing, a grown up man looking through at least a dozen of miniskirts, muttering something about not really fitting for the occasion.
Then she felt her whole body tense as she spotted the painfully familiar flash of cobalt in his hands.
"No" she said dryly as he turned and folded out the blue dress.
"Yes" came the immediate answer.
Her arms crossed, a dark frown forming on her face, usually gentle eyes hardening. Zack's brow raised at the sight.
"So what is wrong with the dress?" he asked, keeping his voice neutral as he could almost feel the sudden change in the girl sitting on the bed. And it was far from a good change.
"Nothing"
"So?"
"It's not the dress that's the problem" only as the words left her mouth she cringed inwardly.
What was about that guy that made her talk faster than she thought?? She could have said a thousands of little explanations on what was wrong with the cloth, from being too small in certain areas to the color not matching her eyes. But no. She had to go and blurt out what really mattered.
The bed weighted down as he sat near her, his vibrant eyes thoughtful and locked on hers, that dress still in his hands.
In a matter of seconds she turned into the girl from the bar, Zack thought. Heavy walls around her, and a great distance between them despite sitting only inches apart from each other.
"So what is?" there was a hint of gentleness in his voice as he spoke, noticing how she pushed her back into the pillows even more.
Tifa was fully aware that it was that exact kind of tenderness she couldn't handle, as she pulled her knees up to her chest, her eyes finding the cover of her story she never got to read. It was a long moment of heavy silence that would cut into every oversensitive inch of her skin like a knife, before he spoke again.
"When I was a kid…" his eyes left her face and concentrated on the soft fabric in his hand "In the middle of the summer there was a Firefly Festival, taking place every year in Gongaga. You know how small a village that is…" out of the corner of one eye he saw her nod "There were only a couple of us kids back there, but we would run around the thick jungle, catching fireflies in jars… The adults would then set a big fire in the middle of the village and as it slowly went out late in the night, we would release all the flies into the sky again. It looked like this back then… " he brushed his fingers against the dress, smiling softly at the happy memories.
"Why did you free the fireflies?" she asked cautiously.
Strangely enough, Zack never talked much about his home or what happened before he left for Midgar to become SOLDIER. Even when he went to visit his parents, he only told her they were alright and happy to see him in good health. She never tried to pry into his past, never tried to ask any questions… Still, despite being all tense and uncomfortable, she found what he said absolutely charming.
"We believed that each firefly was a wish sent to the heavens" he chuckled lightly, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly as he fought to not let them drop.
"Did you get your wish…?"
Tifa regretted asking that question the moment it left her lips as he looked at her, a dull light in his eyes, and she inwardly scolded herself for putting it there. This wasn't how he was supposed to look, as that expression didn't suit his face, she thought. He was supposed to smile, and his eyes were supposed to narrow and glimmer like a lagoon would with sun sparkle on its surface…
"Apparently not" he looked away "You want to know what I wished for every year?"
No she didn't. Wishes were wishes, as private as the dreams going on in one's head. Wishes were special… Unfulfilled wishes were as bad as broken dreams, and she knew how that could hurt.
"What?" her voice barely above a whisper, despite knowing that she won't like the answer.
"I never wanted to make people unhappy. But from the looks of it now, I didn't wish hard enough"
It hurt more than expected, Tifa thought. It hurt to know that the reason his eyes lost their shine was her, and her short moment where she allowed her guard to fall. Nothing good ever came from that… she learned that all those years ago, and yet … once again she did the same mistake.
There was another moment of this lingering silence before Zack saw her move. She let down her legs, the white fabric of the robe brushing tenderly against tanned calves. When she stood up and reached for the dress he was still holding, Zack looked up to gaze into her eyes. Only to be unable to meet them, as her hair fell into her face and he was only able to notice the flat line those plush lips formed right now. Her fingers clasped around the cobalt material tightly as she made her way towards the bathroom.
Strange, Zack thought to himself, feeling his heart absolutely hammer against his chest. He bit his lip again. They been acting strange around each other here, he knew that. Ever since that first day when he saw her on that balcony, with all her walls and guards down, being so much at peace with herself, he wanted to… well he didn't know what it was exactly, but it for sure involved getting closer to her. But if anyone could keep their distance merely inches away, it was Tifa… Briefly he wondered how it was possible that she and Cloud went along so, so well, her being an embodiment of her last name, and him… well just being him was enough of explanation there.
He didn't know how long it was before he heard the soft click and slowly he turned to see her standing there, the blue dress clinging in the most perfect way to her frame. She looked absolutely stunning, he thought, tall and slender, wrapped in night's whisper. But it was only when she moved towards the large mirror standing against the wall, when he noticed the little things. Like how the slit on one side allowed the smooth skin of a honey hued leg to flash with each elegant step she took. How even the matching straps of her sandals seemed to compliment the gentle arch of her ankles. Or how the fabric hugged the luscious curves, it's soft glam almost begging to be touched. But when she came to a stop at the mirror, Zack's eyes softened.
Tifa hated her reflection with a passion she rarely felt. Right now all she could see was the deformation of her body caused by the slanted scar, running from just above her left breast and running all the way below the right one. Her eyes turning into the color of ice chilled rose wine, as they traced the scar. Her hands tightened into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white, and she felt her nails digging into the inside of her palms. When she heard Zack move from his spot on the bed, she finally looked away from her own reflection. He stood just a step away from her, yet she still felt radiating from his body.
Just inches away, Zack frantically searched for words as he couldn't stop looking at her reflection. He could see that her skin told its own story, small scars marring its golden surface, now perfectly visible. A miracle he didn't notice those before, all those times he got closer to her than needed… His eyes traveled along the biggest of them, the one reminding him of that fluid, smooth slash that almost opened her chest, the one that still bore the color of dried out blood. He remembered the stench of scorched flesh and Mako flowing out of broken tubes… Most of all he remembered the fires all around paling in comparison to the one burning behind the wall of tears in her eyes, burning from the very depths of her broken spirit. And she was just fifteen back then…
He felt her back shake violently as he took that missing step, placing his hands on the roundness of the shoulders.
Tifa still couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze in the mirror, even when his touch burned. She felt Zack rest his forehead against the top of her head, and as he released a heavy sigh, the warm moist air tickled her neck.
"I think they're beautiful" he whispered against her hair suddenly.
Cold eyes snapped to his face and she gazed into dark blue orbs in the smooth surface of the mirror. The corners of her lips trembled just the tiniest bit. Zack could feel every single one of her defenses rising just beneath his fingertips and that was confirmed when she closed her eyes, sighed and as her lids fluttered open after just a moment, there was a completely different light in those dark depths. Still cool, still distant, but much more harder. Not allowing herself to indulge in a spark of weakness for a second longer.
"What about that walk, Mister Fair?" her mouth stretched in a smile that not once reached her eyes.
Zack's hands left her shoulders and he took one step back again, giving her one last long look. She allowed him to gaze into her once for a moment shorter than a butterfly would flap its wings, and apparently that was enough for her. Still feeling her shivers at the tips of his fingers, he watched her move pass him, her first steps a bit uncertain but then her back straightened and she threw him a look over her shoulder. And he saw her slip back into her usual self. And despite the urge to strip her of every shield she had and to see her, Zack couldn't help but to feel impressed by her actions. If anything, she had enormous self-control over her emotions.
"Well?" she smiled again, and her eyes regained some of their twinkle and Zack felt his own lips curling up.
"Come on" he walked up to her, opening the door "There's something I want you to see"
With a smile and a resolution to see her unguarded even if for only one more time, even if not tonight, he offered her one arm.
"Thank you" Aerith smiled gently at the man walking next to her, arms linked, her shoes in her hand as the waves slowly licked that their feet.
Blue eyes blinked at her with surprise.
"What for?"
"This" she made a move of her hand that would indicate everything "Just… everything. And especially tonight" green eyes soft and tender as she looked up into his.
"I'm… glad you're enjoying yourself"
It seemed that no matter what, Cloud was unable to get rid of his nervousness at any cost. And Aerith looking so lovely tonight wasn't helping at all. She had her hair unbraided for the very first time he ever knew her and they rolled in soft waved down her back. Dressed in what seemed to be Tifa's top and a long, flowy blue skirt Aerith looked as ethereal as he always thought she was. But besides that, she was cute and lovely and with him and the slightest brush of skin against skin would make a tingle run down his spine.
They stopped as the sky started to change its hues, her back leaning onto her chest, strong arms around her waist. She hummed softly, and her eyes gained a new sparkle as she felt the embrace tightened gently. For now, this was enough.
"Z-Zack…!" Tifa almost tripped over a root as Zack kept a firm hold on her hand, leading her through the trees.
"Come on Teef" a toothy grin flashed over his shoulder "It's just a few steps away!"
"What is?"
"Come ooon!"
If it were possible she would shake her head, but alas… it wasn't. She had to watch out so not to hit any branches or heavy leaves, as he led her through the exotic flora. Even if she fully realized it was silly, she couldn't help like to feel like an escape of some sort… With Zack not telling her one word about where they were going, and the rush, she felt a small thrill. A small laugh escaped her lips as he kept ushering her to move faster.
And when he finally stopped with no warning whatsoever, Tifa bumped not too gently into him. Taking an immediate step back, she looked up at him, her eyes surely filled with surprise. And just like on the beach, she gazed deep into the swirling mixture of violets and blue, the green she was so accustomed t a barely visible tint around large pupils.
The shadows that were gently playing on her face complimented her features, Zack thought as he still felt her hand in his, and those crimson eyes looking straight at him, unknowingly tugging at the exact strings. With his free hand he reached up and brushed a few messed up strands from her forehead, all the time feeling like drowning in the somewhat haunted depths.
"Close your eyes" he said finally, voice soft and quiet.
Tifa tilted her head a bit, brows furrowing gently with confusion. Having her eyes closed wasn't the best thing she could do standing in a very thick forest, barely seconds before sunset.
"I don't…"
"Trust me" his eyes turned more purple than blue, and she found her own lids sliding over her eyes.
She felt him slip behind her, still holding her palm gently, but his other hand finding its way to the round curve her hip made. He gave her a gentle push forward and Tifa took uncertain steps, carefully placing her feet on the ground. Then, she suddenly saw golden light bloom beneath her closed lids and the soft rustle of leaves was replaces with the hum of the sea.
Heavy lids fluttered open and her breath was gone somewhere.
The display that was painted before her eyes was beautiful. The glorious, burning orb had only began to descend, making the impression of slowly immerging itself in the calm waters of the sea. The still warm rays tinting the azure waves in orange and red, the foam on their backs taking on a delicious fuchsia hue. The vast skies, that never seemed to lose their vibrant shade during the day, were now a stage where purple and gold fought, and the tiniest bits of night blue would appear at the edge of heaven.
This was infinitely beautiful.
Tifa felt her hand being released, and gentle fingers leaving her side. Zack moved to her one side, their arms brushing ever so slightly.
It was a long moment before she found her voice again and before she looked around, to finally see where she was. A small rocky terrace, protected from sight by the luscious green of the trees and exotic bushes that grew here ,secluded to an extent that Tifa felt as if the world itself erased everyone from its marred face, leaving on her and her friend, wrapped up in the gold and red lights and the sweet smell of flowers which would open up only for the night.
Zack felt his throat tighten suddenly as she looked up at him, the softest of smiles on her lips and eyes filled with the dying sunlight. Look away, he thought to himself as he tried to swallow, just look away…
"Thank you" simple words left her mouth as Tifa turned her head again, all her attention once again returning to the day dying in front of them.
They remained in a comfortable silence from that moment on. Even when the warm colors of the sky cooled down, violet and blue creeping up on the remains of the sun. Even when the sea turned icy blue as the moon began is silent journey and the stars appeared, unreachable diamonds spilled in a pool of black silk.
Maybe there were thousands of words swimming around in Zack's head as he glanced at her from time to time. As he noticed the same stars reflect in her eyes, and the silver light dance on the midnight fabric of her dress, there was that certainty that begun very deep inside him, that this was exactly what he wanted to remember from tonight. Maybe it wasn't extravagant, or exciting, but it was the scent of her skin carried with the cool wind and the calm way she breathed in and out. It was that enchanted smile on her lips, that would leave an imprint of itself in his mind. And Zack knew he didn't want it any other way right now.
He saw a couple kiss down on the beach, a flash of blue and white on the great sands, and by the way Tifa's eyes softened he knew she saw them too. She then looked at him and with a little tilt of her head, motioned for them to make their way back to the hotel.
They still didn't talk, as they took slow steps through the trees, the forest alive with the soft chirping of the cicadas, the moon's rays barely seeping through the great leaves above their heads.
It was not until they came to a stop at her door, Tifa tilting her head up to meet his gaze, her own slightly dreamy and hazy. Zack brushed the fingers of one hand against the blue fabric.
"You should wear this more often" he said after a longer while, his eyes remembering the tanned roundness of her shoulder.
"Just tonight" one slender hand resting on the knob of the door, a small smile playing in the conrers of plush lips "Thank you…"
"What for…?" his eyes seemed to burn with an icy blue fire, their colors meshing and merging, all of what he felt easy to find in the vibrant depths.
She only needed to want to find them.
"For this… Tonight. It was a beautiful lie to live"
"Tifa"
"Goodnight Zack" the knob turned and she stepped inside, the polished surface of the door the only thing he saw in mere seconds.
With a heavy, hearty sigh he pressed his forehead to the door's cool surface, the only thing he wanted was to tear that door down and confront her. To admit it wasn't a lie, because she was there all the time, near him, and she was free and not bounded by anything or anyone, and she still could have that if only she wanted to… He bit his lower lip again, his hand trembled on the brass knob.
Not knowing, that on the other side, Tifa had her back pressed onto the door, thumb and forefinger pinching bridge of her nose, eyes shut tight so much small lines appeared in their outer corners.
This was their last evening.
And it was her last mistake, she decided, as her eyes turned darker, and the rush of emotions she felt for the whole time slowed down.
Pulling the dress over her head, locking every single unwanted feeling deep within herself.
No more mistakes.
No more moments of forgetting herself in the swirl of blue and violet.
Because if she did… Tifa knew she couldn't handle even one more.
Author's Note:
I can't belive, this had to be the fastest chapter I ever written. It just..flowed! Anwyways....
I tried, I really tried to put as much of Cloud and & Aerith in this chapter, as it was requested ^^'
I have no idea if I managed to achieve that, though....
As for the main couple.... well it got a little bit more complicated than I thought it would O_o
I swear to God, I have so many things planned out and I rarely even get to include them in the actual chapter.
Does anyone ever has this feeling that the characters are justdoing whatever they wish and you, as
an author, can only write about their doings? *tries to keep the lever of her insanity LOW*
And aah... if anyone is confused at Tifa's strange behaviour, feel free to PM me about it and I'll try to explain, as I doubt I managed to
do a good job on showing her 'inner torment' (of some sort) clearly.
And as usual, Review button down there ;)
