VERY short chapter, I apologise. After this there are only THREE more chapters to go! *Sniff* It's so sad! Hmm… I wonder if I can clock up 100 reviews before the end of this fic? Anyways, I have to thank you all for reviewing and even reading this short little addition to the Vin/Tifa fanfic world. They make a nice couple, no?
I walk out of the mansion quietly. Nobody is talking now, it is basically silent. I don't want to go back to my house. Not yet, anyway. It has too many memories of Cloud in it. I will later, but not just yet. I want to sit somewhere where I will be left alone, without memories of Cloud, preferably.
Finally the solution hits me. The inn. I book a room and sit on the bed, staring out of the window.
Alone. Loneliness has always plagued me, ever since my mother's death. Although I had friends, I always felt alone. Perhaps it was just me being a fool, but those age-old pains seem to be coming back, and no prizes for guessing why.
I love Vincent. Don't know how, don't know why, but I do. Only problem is that he basically hates me. Although, admittedly, he has said more to me in the last week or so then the whole time he was in AVALANCHE, so I guess something has happened. Nothing extraordinary, though. I've probably just managed to annoy him further.
Even when he was hurt or injured last year if we were fighting, he would keep on going without even bothering to heal himself. He wouldn't take anybody else's help; it had to be him doing his own thing. There is that age-old saying that 'There is no 'I' in team' but in this case there really was. He would do his own thing, and we would do ours. Yet, it still worked, even better with him on the scene as opposed to off.
Everyone thought that I loved Cloud. I thought I loved Cloud, as well. Wouldn't they be surprised now? I still do love him, always will. But not in the same way that attracted me before. Something has changed and it has changed my perception of him as well.
Vincent… what can I say about him? I've seen the looks people give him sometimes. You would have to be blind not to. He probably isn't the type that you would take home to meet your parents, admittedly. Of course, that's okay for me, because mine are dead. I'm sure there is a heart under there somewhere. But once you're hurt, you're always wary. But there's just something about him. I want him in my life, because my life is so much more interesting with him in it. Putting age factors aside, I really wish that he could love me. Obviously, though, another thing that was never meant to be.
Am I meant to be lonely for the rest of my life? The thought scares me more then I can say. I just want somebody… someone who understands me. Someone who knows what loneliness can do to someone…
Wiping away tears from my eyes, I lie down on the bed and will myself to sleep.
