She
By: General Quistis Trepe
Author's Note: Here's a chapter two…
A note for my good friend Edea & cousin Xu: Hehehehehehehehehe….. :D *Seifer Almasy smirk*
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She mindlessly walked the streets of Nibelheim, not even caring or thinking where to go next. Some of the much older citizens there could recognize her, but they did not bother to approach her because of the fact that when they tried greeting her, she just gave them a blank stare; looking at her tear-stained crimson eyes gave them the chills, for what reflected in those eyes was pure sorrow and despair over a lost love.
In her part, she still could not believe that someone whom she had hated so much had tried to love her.
Dark Nation followed closely behind her, secretly wishing that her master was still there to comfort the sad young lady. "Meowrgh…" Dark Nation said as she looked up at the crying girl with long dark hair. Seeing the girl's hair covering the sides of her face and her eyes made the panther-like animal a little restless.
Can she even see where she's going?
Dark Nation did not know, but for the other people who could see them, they looked like a duo composed of a crazy young lady and a big cat.
It scared them.
Dark Nation moved ahead of the young lady named Tifa Lockheart and blocked her way so that she would stop walking. "Meowrrr!" she made this noise, as if it was a command telling Tifa to stop.
And she did. She rose up her head a little and took at glance at the view before her.
It was the well.
Had she been going around the whole town for the rest of the afternoon? She could not clearly remember. "Rufus," she whispered.
She felt so sorry for herself and for the President of ShinRa… the dead President of ShinRa.
What a word, she thought. "Dead…" she mouthed silently as she avoided Dark Nation and continued to walk, heading for the well.
From Dark Nation's view, Tifa seemed to be staggering to the well.
Her eyes looked so tired and a little red from crying too much. Her whole body felt numb.
She continued to walk until she reached the well… Dark Nation hoped that she would stop, but she did not. The sheet of paper where the poem was written was in her grasp all the way; until she carelessly let go of it and let it drop to the floor, letting the wind blow it away.
The horrified Dark Nation watched quietly as Tifa Lockheart fell inside the well………….
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