"Why?" the man in the dark corner of the room whispered, his voice filled with sadness and remorse. His head was swimming with 'if only I had' and 'if only I had not' he barely noticed the other people in the room with him.



"Hey, Vincent..." A man breathed as he walked over to the shaken Vincent Valentine. Vincent's eyes were too clouded with tears he couldn't see who was talking, but the smell of nicotine on the man's breath and the smoky smell on his clothes gave it away. Cid Highwind. Cid placed his hand on Vincent's back. "Vincent, I'm sorry. I know nothing we say can bring her back but..." Cid's voice cracked as tears welt up in his eyes again. Cid's grip on Vincent's shirt tightened. Cid lowered his head as tears silently fell to the tiled floor.



Tifa Lockhart dashed for the washroom door again, bawling all the way. With an audible click they knew she'd locked herself in the washroom again. Agony, sorrow, and loss rang loud in her cries.



"Vincent...so...sorry..." Vincent recognized the voice as Cloud Strife's. It was the first time since the death of Aeris Gainsborough that they'd seen Cloud cry. Cloud stepped to the door of the washroom and began trying to coax Tifa out again; while trying to suppress the sadness in his voice and tears in his eyes. To no avail.



Barret began fidgeting with the curtains on the window of the room again. Marlene too was crying; Barret could not bare to look her in the eyes, even though she was clinging to his leg making his pants damp with her salty tears. "God...damn...this world's not fair..." Barret mumbled.



Nanaki lay curled up on the floor, his tail hung down to signify his mourning state. "At least she's safe..." he softly murmured.



Vincent couldn't take it anymore. Without a word he pushed passed Cid and made his way to the door. Once out of the room, he left the building all together.



It was dark but the night was still young. If it had been a few years ago, he would've been with her out for a walk, or on their way to a restaurant. He smiled at the memory as he sat on the damp grass; then he looked at the building behind him and remembered why he was there. Tears formed in the man's crimson eyes.



Yuffie Valentine, had just died giving birth to their first child.



The pain reminded Vincent why he hated hospitals so much; he lay on his back, clothes dampening with the dew from the grass, and he cried like he'd never cried before...











A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this, but please let me know if I should continue! (And I don't own FF7 in any way, shape, or form)