Author's note: POV. Don't really know who, Tifa or Yuffie. I think more
Tifa, though.
Disclaimer: FF7 belongs to Squaresoft.
I curled up in bed, resting my head on my hands as a tear rolls down over my cheek. I miss you. I pull my knees closer to my chest and shut my restless eyes.
I wish I could hear your heartbeat right now.
Stopping on that thought, I suddenly remember the little clock I own, placed upon my desk. I climb out of bed and walk over to retrieve the little clock, a gold ornament of a dolphin and some waves, carefully forged over an oddly shaped triangle, which held the face of the clock itself. I smiled lightly, feeling the cold metal in my hand as I moved back to my bed, climbing in. I shift slightly, laying on my left side as I move the golden object to my right ear, listening closely as my eyes fall shut.
I hear only what I don't want to hear. Nothing.
I frown, pulling the object from the side of my head slowly as my eyes open halfway and almost glare at the beautiful object, for the battery has stopped working. I sigh heavily and let my hand fall limply to the bed, my hand resting over the still-cold and lifeless clock. I stare at what is visible of the clock from under my hand before lifting it slightly to stand, facing me so I can stare at the time. 10:14:17. The second hand moves, slightly, and too slow to be correct and then it stops all together, leaving it to point at 26. I pull my hand away from the object and hug myself, watching as the clock falls forward onto the bed, hiding it's face as if in shame for disappointing me.
I wish I could hear your heartbeat right now. I miss you.
I curled up in bed, resting my head on my hands as a tear rolls down over my cheek. I miss you. I pull my knees closer to my chest and shut my restless eyes.
I wish I could hear your heartbeat right now.
Stopping on that thought, I suddenly remember the little clock I own, placed upon my desk. I climb out of bed and walk over to retrieve the little clock, a gold ornament of a dolphin and some waves, carefully forged over an oddly shaped triangle, which held the face of the clock itself. I smiled lightly, feeling the cold metal in my hand as I moved back to my bed, climbing in. I shift slightly, laying on my left side as I move the golden object to my right ear, listening closely as my eyes fall shut.
I hear only what I don't want to hear. Nothing.
I frown, pulling the object from the side of my head slowly as my eyes open halfway and almost glare at the beautiful object, for the battery has stopped working. I sigh heavily and let my hand fall limply to the bed, my hand resting over the still-cold and lifeless clock. I stare at what is visible of the clock from under my hand before lifting it slightly to stand, facing me so I can stare at the time. 10:14:17. The second hand moves, slightly, and too slow to be correct and then it stops all together, leaving it to point at 26. I pull my hand away from the object and hug myself, watching as the clock falls forward onto the bed, hiding it's face as if in shame for disappointing me.
I wish I could hear your heartbeat right now. I miss you.
