Cloud went through the rest of the day as normal, forgetting about his dream. When he returned home that night, Tifa was waiting for him. She had both hands behind her back, obviously holding something
"What do you have there?" Cloud asked, suspiciously.
"I got you a present." She said with a grin. She revealed a brown, leather-bound book and handed it to him. "I picked it up downtown today."
Immediately, Cloud flipped open the book to find nothing but blank pages.. "There's nothing in here."
He looked up at her, wondering. Again, Tifa smiled and produced a blood-red and gold pen. "This is for you, too. Now you can record your dreams."
Cloud took the pen absently and stared at the journal. He had hoped that she, too would have forgotten. He didn't like to dwell on such unpleasant things, but Tifa was always so upbeat
"Don't you like it?" Her smile fell a little "The way you were talking about your dream this morning, I just thought you might feel better writing it down. You can do it as soon as you wake up, that way you won't forget anything." She smiled warmly once more.
Cloud didn't know what to say. He appreciated her desire to help, but he was never one to let others into his emotions. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to help.. Still, he wanted to see the situation as she did, and so he decided to try to be more open.
"No, I like it. Thank you. I really do appreciate it." He kissed her to prove his word. "I'll try it tonight."
They hugged each other, and he followed her up to bed He set the book and the pen on the nightstand beside the bed, and saying good-night one more time, he shut off the light. Darkness enveloped the room, and although he knew that Tifa was right there beside him, Cloud was still alone with his thoughts.
He lay there for the longest time, sleepless. He wanted to know more of the dream, but he was afraid. Mostly he was afraid of the things that he hadn't told Tifa. The city with no sun. The endless wars, and power-hungry dictators. He knew it wasn't real, but then why was it so frightening? Perhaps it was simply the possibility. Tifa and Cloud had always talked about everything. So, why was it so difficult now?
Tonight was going to be a long night, he knew. The dream would make sure of that.
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