After three days of looking, they found this on the cliff's edge which they stood on now, a hundred feet above cold, deep waters. The young brown-haired girl shivered from the sharp wind that blew by, and from the growing feeling of dread hanging heavily within her heart. Wine-coloured eyes shined with wetness. Somewhere inside, she knew what had happened the night of Cloud's disappearance. This only verified her dark thoughts.
Tifa felt a light weight on her shoulder and turned to see a glint of metallic gold in the light given off by the overcast sky that morning. Vincent looked down at her with sympathy in his gaze. Tifa smiled appreciatively, but it quickly crumbled as she turned back to the limp SOLDIER outfit lying on the ground in front of her..
"He's dead....." Tifa said in disbelief, her tears nearly brimming over. "Cloud's dead."
"No." Vincent said quietly, pressing his lips together. Something of a small, almost invisible smile formed on the stoic man's face. "I think he's just begun to live."
