Dangerously In Love
Nikki Ashcroft
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own any of the FF7 characters, and I don't think I ever will... ::grumbles about Squaresoft:: Oh well... This chapter is really more of one of Tifa's flashbacks, so bear with me as I make my next attempt... And thank you people who reviewed my story, Sable8 and SilverStar186. Thanx!
Chapter 2: Bittersweet Memories
The air was crisp and cool as it blew, causing my long black hair to brush my cheek. The moon was waning, and in its light I could see him walking towards me. A smile crept across my lips as he cam closer, his sea foam green eyes sparkling in the moonlight, its beams making his silver hair shimmer brighter than the stars.
"Tifa," he said, with a note of longing in his voice, "Come here."
Shuddering, I stood up and made my way over to him, all the while knowing what he wanted to do to me. 'But this time,' I thought smugly, 'I'm going to let him do whatever he wants...despite the consequences...' I reached him and looked into his eyes as he gently cupped my chin in his hand and tenderly pressed his lips to mine. Shivers of delight racked my body and I pulled myself as close to him as I could, running my hands over his shoulders and around to rest on the back of his neck. I knew, then and there, that I loved him...wanted him...NEEDED him.
I broke away from his embrace just long enough to look at him. "I love you," I whispered huskily, passion burning in my amber eyes. I saw how his widened with shock before replying. "Tifa, I----" I pressed a finger to his lips and hushed him. "Sweetie, I don't care." I told him, stroking his hair softly. I was mesmerized by how it shone with the moon's light.
Taking one of his hands, he wrapped his arm gently around my waist. "Tifa," he murmured, "I love you, and I want to be with you. But," he said, taking a step back from me, "I don't want you getting any ideas in your head about us always being together. I admit, I wish that COULD be the case...but, with me going off all the time, it's nearly impossible for us to be together. And I DON'T want to hurt you, Tifa. Believe me, I don't want that to happen."
I stepped back and looked at him, my mouth gaping open in horror. Had he just said what I thought he had? 'No,' I told myself fiercely, 'You are NOT gonna just slink away like a hurt puppy.' I looked at him once more, confusion clearly to be read upon my face, tears rimming my eyes. "What do you mean," I asked in a shaking voice. "You can't mean...that it's...OVER?" His face flushed with guilt, and I knew that instant what his answer was.
"Tifa, I..." He sighed and shook his head, tearing his gaze away from my face. How could he be doing this to me? The look on his face was heartbreaking. It was as if his soul was in anguish to do this to me. Once more, he tried to speak. "Tifa, listen...I'm really sorry, but I...I couldn't stand myself if something were to happen and you never saw me again. And I would never be able to forgive myself for breaking your heart. I'm sorry, but I think it would be best if we just stopped seeing each other." He backed away, never looking at my face as the tears spilled down my cheeks, making dark spots in the dust.
"Wait," I called out in a choked sob, "Please wait." I started to walk after him, but he quickened his pace and lost me easily. Falling to my knees, a wail pierced the night like his words had pierced my soul. With my head in my hands, I sobbed until my eyes hurt, until I could no longer cry. Wiping my eyes, I walked to the well and climbed up, gazing at the stars with my back pressed against the hard wood. I loved him, and he knew it. 'But then why is he doing a thing like this to me?' I wondered, running a shaking hand through my hair. I shuddered and sighed, looking at the stars. Then I saw something...it was moving. "What IS that?" I mused, watching it avidly. Suddenly I realized it was a shooting star. I closed my eyes tight and made a wish. "I wish...I wish...I wish that me and Sephiroth WILL meet again. Please, please let us meet again."
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A/N: Ok, that was a little strange and unexpected, but I'm tired and feel like crap. Just so all of you know, I think I have the world's heaviest book bag ever (a whopping TWENTY POUNDS!!!!!!!). Well, maybe I should go do my history homework now...O.o Or not... Uhm, ok.
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own any of the FF7 characters, and I don't think I ever will... ::grumbles about Squaresoft:: Oh well... This chapter is really more of one of Tifa's flashbacks, so bear with me as I make my next attempt... And thank you people who reviewed my story, Sable8 and SilverStar186. Thanx!
Chapter 2: Bittersweet Memories
The air was crisp and cool as it blew, causing my long black hair to brush my cheek. The moon was waning, and in its light I could see him walking towards me. A smile crept across my lips as he cam closer, his sea foam green eyes sparkling in the moonlight, its beams making his silver hair shimmer brighter than the stars.
"Tifa," he said, with a note of longing in his voice, "Come here."
Shuddering, I stood up and made my way over to him, all the while knowing what he wanted to do to me. 'But this time,' I thought smugly, 'I'm going to let him do whatever he wants...despite the consequences...' I reached him and looked into his eyes as he gently cupped my chin in his hand and tenderly pressed his lips to mine. Shivers of delight racked my body and I pulled myself as close to him as I could, running my hands over his shoulders and around to rest on the back of his neck. I knew, then and there, that I loved him...wanted him...NEEDED him.
I broke away from his embrace just long enough to look at him. "I love you," I whispered huskily, passion burning in my amber eyes. I saw how his widened with shock before replying. "Tifa, I----" I pressed a finger to his lips and hushed him. "Sweetie, I don't care." I told him, stroking his hair softly. I was mesmerized by how it shone with the moon's light.
Taking one of his hands, he wrapped his arm gently around my waist. "Tifa," he murmured, "I love you, and I want to be with you. But," he said, taking a step back from me, "I don't want you getting any ideas in your head about us always being together. I admit, I wish that COULD be the case...but, with me going off all the time, it's nearly impossible for us to be together. And I DON'T want to hurt you, Tifa. Believe me, I don't want that to happen."
I stepped back and looked at him, my mouth gaping open in horror. Had he just said what I thought he had? 'No,' I told myself fiercely, 'You are NOT gonna just slink away like a hurt puppy.' I looked at him once more, confusion clearly to be read upon my face, tears rimming my eyes. "What do you mean," I asked in a shaking voice. "You can't mean...that it's...OVER?" His face flushed with guilt, and I knew that instant what his answer was.
"Tifa, I..." He sighed and shook his head, tearing his gaze away from my face. How could he be doing this to me? The look on his face was heartbreaking. It was as if his soul was in anguish to do this to me. Once more, he tried to speak. "Tifa, listen...I'm really sorry, but I...I couldn't stand myself if something were to happen and you never saw me again. And I would never be able to forgive myself for breaking your heart. I'm sorry, but I think it would be best if we just stopped seeing each other." He backed away, never looking at my face as the tears spilled down my cheeks, making dark spots in the dust.
"Wait," I called out in a choked sob, "Please wait." I started to walk after him, but he quickened his pace and lost me easily. Falling to my knees, a wail pierced the night like his words had pierced my soul. With my head in my hands, I sobbed until my eyes hurt, until I could no longer cry. Wiping my eyes, I walked to the well and climbed up, gazing at the stars with my back pressed against the hard wood. I loved him, and he knew it. 'But then why is he doing a thing like this to me?' I wondered, running a shaking hand through my hair. I shuddered and sighed, looking at the stars. Then I saw something...it was moving. "What IS that?" I mused, watching it avidly. Suddenly I realized it was a shooting star. I closed my eyes tight and made a wish. "I wish...I wish...I wish that me and Sephiroth WILL meet again. Please, please let us meet again."
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A/N: Ok, that was a little strange and unexpected, but I'm tired and feel like crap. Just so all of you know, I think I have the world's heaviest book bag ever (a whopping TWENTY POUNDS!!!!!!!). Well, maybe I should go do my history homework now...O.o Or not... Uhm, ok.