I hate you, Aeris.

I know, Sephiroth.

I hate you, Aeris.

I know, Sephiroth.

I hate

Hate

Hate..

Hate...

.....

"I'm so sorry, Tifa!" Tifa's best friend, Erin consoled over the phone. "It just seems like yesterday the three of us were
hanging out on the Highwind and doing everything. And then in Nibelheim when I took ya'll's picture.. Gosh, how could
he die like that?"

"I don't know, Erin," Tifa responded. "They're having the autopsy before the funeral. Gosh, I hope they don't cut him up
so bad that he looks awful the last time I get to see him. Damnit, I miss him," Tifa laid her head down on the table she
was perched at and began to cry.

"Don't worry, Tifa. We're all here for you. I promise."

.....

Promises cannot be kept.

Is that so, Sephiroth?

Yes.

Why is that?

Because all promises can be broken one why or another.

Why do you think like this?

Because I broke my promise.

Your promise?

Sephiroth? Sephiroth why haven't you answered me?

Because I don't want to.

Sephiroth...

.....

"Be careful! If ya drop it, yer gunna be paying some big fuckin' bucks, ya here me?!" Cid yelled at Red XIII and Barret,
who were carrying Cloud's gravestone into the small house Barret, Red and Tifa shared in Nibelheim. "So this is all you
guys could afford with that fortune you guys had? Talk about a shitty place to live." When Cid heard about Cloud, he
had flown in the Highwind as fast as he could make it.

"Jes' quiet down, will ya?! I don't want Tifa to--"

"Oh hey guys, you're back!" It was too late. Tifa was standing at the door way with the phone in her hands. She stared
at the males before advancing to the large enbalmed rock. "Oh my gosh. Is this it?"

"Yes. Lovely, isn't it? Its very heavy as well. If you don't mind.." Red XIII Sputtered out setting the rock down, off his back.
He sighed and sat back, Barret flopping in a chair near the door. Tifa ran over to the Tombstone and observed it. "Its..
Its.. beautiful," her voice cracked and her eyes filled up with tears. "This is all.. so final. Its like I do feel that he's dead
now.. and I feel so.."

......

Pathetic. She's pathetic.

No she isn't, Sephiroth! She misses Cloud.

So?! They missed you. I thought they were the most pathetic bunch..

Enough.

.....

"Tifa, please, don't cry," Yuffie called from the doorway. She had just returned from the item shop. "Please. It will be
okay. Cloud would want you to be happy," she sighed. She looked over at the other occupants of the room. "Right? Isn't
that what Cloud would want? For Tifa to be happy? For all of us to be happy?"

Everyone blinked and looked at each other. Red XIII was the first to speak up. "I think so, as well. Cloud wasn't really
that selfish. I think that Cloud would want us to be happy. I agree with Yuffie."

"Cloud would, Cloud wasn't, Cloud could've, Cloud should've, Cloud was, I've had enough! Why are we all talking in
past tense about him?!" Tifa had exploded before Red XIII could finish off his sentence. "Why must we all talk like
he's gone?!"

"Tifa.. He is gone. We're sorry, but he's gone," Yuffie tried to pursaude Tifa into calming down, knowing that Tifa
wouldn't do so without a fight. Watching Tifa warefully, Yuffie advanced forward. "Please, Tifa, calm down."

"No!" Tifa yelled. "I've had enough! Just leave me alone!" Tifa broke away from Yuffie and ran up the stairs, into
her room, and slammed the door.

.....

Again, why are you showing me this?

You needed to see it.

I have better things to do then watch Tifa sulk over Cloud's death.

Like what, Sephiroth?

Like destorying they're puny world.

And how will you accomplish that?

I'll think of a way.

Sure, Sephiroth, whatever you say.

I stared at her, unsure of what to say, now. I was confused. I had no idea still how much power had been drained
from my body after Cloud defeated me. She stood there, in her cloak of pink, flowing robes, swishing around her
like the wind was whipping at her attire, me in my mere black pants, the both of us, staring blankly at each other.

She extended her arms out, the rest of her body unmoving. I felt a strict force overcome my body and pull me toward
her, into an embrace. She held me closely. I felt sick. But I still couldn't move.

Trust me, Sephiroth. You're better off where you are now.