Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy
AN: ...29!!!! Only one more after this -gasp-
#29---
the sound of waves
Yuffie is standing there, arms crossed over her chest, face contorted into something between anger and hurt. She tries not to buckle under his gaze; she can feel it on her back, drilling into her heart and demanding to know what's wrong. If only he knew.
A good two hours pass before she lets out the slightest sound. It comes in the form of a whimper and makes her knees buckle. Before she can fall, though, strong arms are lifting her upwards and pale lips are brushing against the top of her head, telling her it's okay.
But it can't be okay. Death is never okay. Hadn't Aerith been loss enough? Why did Tifa have to be added to the carnage of the Planet? Soon her sobs echo through the air, comforted only by his comforting words, each syllable the sound of waves in her ears.
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