Love is Cruel
By Smays
Summary: A lil' story I did for school last year, kinda sucks, and kinda sad. Maybe I should do A prequil?
Disclaimer: I own no one, except for the children, some one think of the children!!! ^./.^
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Tifa Lockheart gazed longingly over the side of the balcony into the vast expanse of field below: it had been nearly a year since she had last seen her unrequited lover, Cloud Strife. She sighed heavily before turning around and walking back into her room. She had no idea why he had just picked up and left: they had just beat Sephiroth, and everyone else had settled down, but he hadn't been happy and she still didn't know why. Then it hit her, and she remembered his late lover, Aerith Gainsbourough, who had been killed during the Jenova War, and ever since, he had been depressed.
She felt a tear roll down her cheek: she brushed it away as she pulled her coffee coloured locks back into a low ponytail. She let the tears flow freely down her face, the liquid escaping from her wine coloured eyes. She couldn't stop thinking that he had given up on her and was trying to find a way to get Aerith back, and that he would never love her. She had been trying to get over him, but no other guy could compare.
The door opened slowly and Tifa turned to see who it was. She was surprised to see her current boyfriend, the famous playboy, Reno of the Turks. He walked into the room with his usual tuxedo uniform unusually tidy, (which in itself was an improvement). She looked at him in perplexity as he fidgeted and ran a hand through his flame red hair as he walked towards her.
"What is it Reno?" She asked him, not knowing what to expect.
Reno and Tifa had been dating for six months, which was surprising; he was known for being a one-night stand kind of man, and Tifa was still in love with Cloud. He took a step toward her and took her hand in his own; Tifa blushed slightly, wanting to know what he was doing, but the words weren't coming. He kissed her hand gently, and kneeling down in front of her; she still looked puzzled at what he was doing. She gasped softly as he pulled out a small jewel box.
~~~Two Years later~~~
Tifa Lockheart had finally let go of her long-time unrequited love for Cloud Strife and was now in a stormy, yet happy marriage with Reno. They had had two beautiful children; age two and one, and an overall wonderful life. Tifa had not thought of Cloud in the past year, but when she started to hear news from her friends that he was back, she began to worry. The worst came when he arrived at her door in the middle of a storm, his blonde hair sticking to his pale skin and his stunningly blue eyes staring at her hopefully.
He had smiled; unaware of what had happened in the three years he had been gone. He embraced her in a tight hug, which she had returned half-heartedly, in shock that he was there. Angela, Tiff's oldest child, came stumbling over to Tifa and clung to her leg, the child's red hair falling in small waves. Cloud smiled wryly, knowing what this meant, he knew then that he didn't have a place in her heart anymore. He said his goodbyes to Tifa and left, watching her close the door.
As he walked away, he pulled out of one of his pockets, a small jewel box and threw it to the side of the road, letting a single tear run down his cheek. He knew he shouldn't have waited so long, but he had had to see her anyways. Cloud Strife was rarely seen again, and when he was, he was only wandering through towns, oblivious to all the people in them, muttering incoherent sentences. He had lost both of his loves because of his own incompetence and he knew it.
By Smays
Summary: A lil' story I did for school last year, kinda sucks, and kinda sad. Maybe I should do A prequil?
Disclaimer: I own no one, except for the children, some one think of the children!!! ^./.^
~~~
Tifa Lockheart gazed longingly over the side of the balcony into the vast expanse of field below: it had been nearly a year since she had last seen her unrequited lover, Cloud Strife. She sighed heavily before turning around and walking back into her room. She had no idea why he had just picked up and left: they had just beat Sephiroth, and everyone else had settled down, but he hadn't been happy and she still didn't know why. Then it hit her, and she remembered his late lover, Aerith Gainsbourough, who had been killed during the Jenova War, and ever since, he had been depressed.
She felt a tear roll down her cheek: she brushed it away as she pulled her coffee coloured locks back into a low ponytail. She let the tears flow freely down her face, the liquid escaping from her wine coloured eyes. She couldn't stop thinking that he had given up on her and was trying to find a way to get Aerith back, and that he would never love her. She had been trying to get over him, but no other guy could compare.
The door opened slowly and Tifa turned to see who it was. She was surprised to see her current boyfriend, the famous playboy, Reno of the Turks. He walked into the room with his usual tuxedo uniform unusually tidy, (which in itself was an improvement). She looked at him in perplexity as he fidgeted and ran a hand through his flame red hair as he walked towards her.
"What is it Reno?" She asked him, not knowing what to expect.
Reno and Tifa had been dating for six months, which was surprising; he was known for being a one-night stand kind of man, and Tifa was still in love with Cloud. He took a step toward her and took her hand in his own; Tifa blushed slightly, wanting to know what he was doing, but the words weren't coming. He kissed her hand gently, and kneeling down in front of her; she still looked puzzled at what he was doing. She gasped softly as he pulled out a small jewel box.
~~~Two Years later~~~
Tifa Lockheart had finally let go of her long-time unrequited love for Cloud Strife and was now in a stormy, yet happy marriage with Reno. They had had two beautiful children; age two and one, and an overall wonderful life. Tifa had not thought of Cloud in the past year, but when she started to hear news from her friends that he was back, she began to worry. The worst came when he arrived at her door in the middle of a storm, his blonde hair sticking to his pale skin and his stunningly blue eyes staring at her hopefully.
He had smiled; unaware of what had happened in the three years he had been gone. He embraced her in a tight hug, which she had returned half-heartedly, in shock that he was there. Angela, Tiff's oldest child, came stumbling over to Tifa and clung to her leg, the child's red hair falling in small waves. Cloud smiled wryly, knowing what this meant, he knew then that he didn't have a place in her heart anymore. He said his goodbyes to Tifa and left, watching her close the door.
As he walked away, he pulled out of one of his pockets, a small jewel box and threw it to the side of the road, letting a single tear run down his cheek. He knew he shouldn't have waited so long, but he had had to see her anyways. Cloud Strife was rarely seen again, and when he was, he was only wandering through towns, oblivious to all the people in them, muttering incoherent sentences. He had lost both of his loves because of his own incompetence and he knew it.