Hollow eyes stared ahead as she leaned against the wall. She stroked the pink ribbon in her hands.
Damn it. She clutched the ribbon tightly, eyes squeezed shut.
It wasn't suppose to be this way. They were suppose to kill Sephiroth, stop Meteor, and go home together.
She didn't know what to do. Cloud was out there somewhere and everyone was moping around. She couldn't say or do anything because she couldn't even help herself let alone others. So now she sat here, waiting. Maybe it was all a dream and she would wake up and she would there smiling brightly like she always did.
Then she looked down at the ribbon and she felt her heart being squeezed so tightly that it would explode.
She wasn't suppose to die. She wasn't suppose to leave them--her like that. She wanted to hate her so much. How could she have let herself be stabbed? She wanted to hate her, for making her care so much, for making her lose another person she loved.
Instead, she hated herself.
She should have done something; instead, she stood there watching him stab right through her. She should have pushed her away, anything. She couldn't protect her, and let her be taken away by the same man that took everything from her. She started to shake.
It wasn't fair. She wrapped her arms around her legs, her head buried in her knees, still shaking.
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She didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.
Sometimes all she can do is wait.