(This chapter will be from Tifa's point of view and is the worst chapter.)
It's disgusting. I dispise her. If only Cloud knew how I care about him. If only he knew how much I loved him, even as children. He's always been an outcast, but I always accepted him. He just never notices me. I've tried wearing shorter skirts, smaller shirts, reaveling myself for a little bit of attention, and do I get it? No I don't. He's always drooling over that tramp, Aeris. I've known him longer than her, and he's in love with her. All he ever did was complain about where she was, why she died, why couldn't it be him instead of her, how she was beautiful, how she is perfect, why she had to run off like that, just everything about her. I can't stand it. There I was loving him with open arms while he mourned over a dead girl. He can't even see how much it hurts me when he talks about her. She was my friend, but I wonder that if I was dead, would he obsessive over me like he did for her?
There they are on the ship. Happy as I wish I could be. I wish I could just dissapear like I always did, but something kept me here. I don't know why, but I couldn't move. I watched them. Laughing, smiling, hugging, kissing. It hurts so much. Why can't I be loved by him? Why couldn't he just open his deep blue eyes to see that I have always been there for him. Why couldn't he see that I love him. Am I the only one that feels so alone?
I look around at everyone else. Cid has Shera, Red XIII has his village, Yuffie...Yuffie is alone! But why is she hugging Vincent if she is alone? She's hugging Vincent and she's not stealing anything from him! I'm the only one alone.
I can't help but feel that I'm useless and I should just die. I don't even notice how I'm walking out of the cockpit across the bridge and up the ladder to the deck. I can't help what I'm doing. I feel my heart aching and a certain pain in my chest. I feel like i'm dieing from the inside out. Then I realize where I am. I know what I should do. If no one cares about me, maybe I should just jump. I'm climbing the ledge into the cold, hard wind. The bars are cold and make me want to jump faster. I just help but think that this is a mistake. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I know I should do this.
I let go, but I'm not falling. My shirt must've got stuck in the bar. Just my luck. I squeerm and try to get free, but then I feel like I'm being pulled up. I look up to see Baret grabbing my shirt. Baret...he only has Marlene, his daughter, not a love. I'm not the only one.
"HOLD ON TIFA! I'LL GET YA' UP!" He had to yell over the wind. That's when I realized that this was a bad idea. I could hear a ripping sounds. My shirt was ripping.
"HURRY UP! MY SHIRT IS RIPPING!"
Suddenly I feel it rip compleatly feel myself drop, then I feel a strong hand on my wrist. He was holding it. He was pulling as hard as he could. I was on the deck again, panting, tired, and without a shirt. I was freezing, and all he did was take of his heavy vest, wrap me in it, and hug me to try to keep me warm. It was helping. I couldn't help but kiss him, but not on the cheek, on the lips. Maybe there is someone for me, and I think I just found him.
