This short drabble was inspired by "Face Down" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It's quite angsty and dark. I'm just going by the game canon, not the movie. Anyways, read and review! I hope you all like it, and I love concrit. XD
Ghost of A Good Thing
"Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't meant for this
No, they weren't meant for this"
---Dashboard Confessional
The scent of alcohol was a like a siren in her head, the equivalent of hearing that a devastating hurricane was on the way. The distinct odor pervaded the air, fitting through the small cracks of their small apartment from outside.
Tension filled her body as she got mentally prepared for him. This doesn't happen, because he loves her. It doesn't hurt.
The door slammed shut. He stumbled through the apartment, filled with booze and pleasure from other women.
A picture frame shattered, her favorite picture of them together. Back when they were happy.
"Tifa…..Tifa, where the hell are you?"
His voice slurred the words so they were barely recognizable. And despite her warnings, she came to him. Maybe tonight things would be different. He would be different, like before the alcohol had come between them.
"I….love you, babe."
Those words were barely whispered before she was on the ground. Again. Another picture frame shattered near her head. She scrambled frantically to get up as he tried to balance. His red hair reflected off the light as he threw pots and pans, metal and glass. The grimy tiled floor became a minefield, full of broken glass and broken feelings.
An accurately thrown glass hit her, and she fell down hard. The broken glass cut her, but she didn't feel it. The part of her that was vulnerable had retreated and hidden long ago. Now she was like an empty shell, misleading herself into believing a lie.