Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII with the characters, items, places, etc. are the property of Square Enix, Inc. No infringement is intended.

Author's Note: This is a Cloud and Tifa story, just with a dramatic twist due to his absence. They will be happy later.

A special thanks to Denebola Leo for being my beta reader and her suggestions for this chapter and ending too. I was going to hold off updating until I had Chapter 19 completed, but with the hype of the Final Fantasy VII Remake trailer from TGS, I couldn't resist to bring you fans this latest chapter. Plus, due to the heaviness of the next chapter, it is taking much longer to write. I went to get these scenes perfect for you readers, and make sure all the emotions are hitting the right spot. Marlene in this chapter is downright adorable with her pushiness, and I had fun writing her dialogue out.

Updated 7/26/20

-. Don't Think Twice .-

Chapter XVIII

Tifa was in the storage room, alone with Jace as he held her in his arms, kissing her, slow and soft with each press. She was not sure how long they have been here, or how they found themselves here alone rather intimately. Just the fact that they were.

And she was trying to enjoy it. Trying very hard to push a certain man with charming cyan eyes out of her mind while she was kissing another. But she couldn't, and her heart began to beat cautiously in the walls of her chest when Jace became more...zealous with his approach.

Tifa wasn't so sure she should be doing this, but she was. She went to put her palms on his shoulder to slowly steady him as he nuzzled her neck, his breath heavy under her earlobe.

She tried to suppress a moan, but she couldn't. "I-I can't."

"Why? Is Jace really that better in bed?" he teased as his lips tickled her on the side of her cheek where he placed another kiss.

What? That wasn't Jace's voice. That was…

When Tifa opened her eyes it wasn't the man she expected to see, but the man she deeply wanted back in her life. Standing dangerously close to her, Cloud had his arms around her as she rested her hands on his shoulders. Finally, she gave in. His mouth was right there, waiting for her to take it, and she did. She sucked his bottom lip hard as she ran her fingers through his pale locks, getting a real taste of what she has been missing out on.

This felt so right...

Her tongue brushed his as she felt his hands travel down her body, rough, calloused fingers tugging at the bindings of her leather shorts. In a hasty manner, they were dropped to the floor, just as she ripped off his cotton shirt, tiny buttons scattering at their feet without a care in the world. Kissing him back harder, she sucked on his tongue that swirled inside her mouth as her hands roved over his chiseled abs, making him groan back.

Tifa moaned into his mouth as she was pressed up against the wall, the zipper of her vest undone with familiar ease, his feather light touch sending a shiver through her spine as he carefully stripped off the rest of her clothes. His fingers had lightly grazed her bare shoulders and along the hem of her panties in order to tease her further, and it was working. And here Tifa was grasping at his belt to get it undone as quickly as possible.

They didn't have much time...

"Well, I guess that answers that question," Cloud chuckled back when she freed him from his clothes, lifting her tight white tank off of her while she willfully moved her arms to help him.

"I missed you," Tifa merely whispered as she trailed her fingers up his bare chest, reveling in the feel of him under her hands once more. She could feel him admiring her naked body, taking in all her curves. Meeting his gaze, she held her breath from the uninhibited desire that swirled in his sharp blue eyes. She knew that look, and it made the ache between her legs even stronger. Her body had been practically screaming for him for a long time now.

She needed him…

"Me too, Tifa," his voice was husky as he confirmed the same desire. Cloud gently pushed the hair out of her eyes as he lifted her chin, her mouth slightly parted as she anticipated his next move. He closed the distance between them, his breath now tickling the bottom of her lip. "Me too."

The former mercenary kissed her ravenously, circling his tongue around her wet cavern as she tangled hers back with his. Her toes curled merely from how hot his mouth was, but her excitement grew as his hand traveled to her backside, lifting her off the wall while the other hand positioned her leg up to curl around his waist. She could feel the tip of his shaft teasing her entrance, her arms encircling around his neck in anticipation as she continued to kiss him back. Cloud pulled his face away, lining himself up as he held her half-lidded gaze, his cerulean eyes intense, making her dizzy with desire.

She wanted him...

Tifa lifted her other leg, tightening her hold as he was firmly braced between her wet folds, heat emanating from the head of his cock as he pushed just a little further in. She whined breathlessly when he stopped, barely inside her tight walls as he held onto her hips. His mouth teased the side of her neck, nipping her skin as his lips reached her ear lobe. She rolled her head to the side, making the blond nuzzle her even more on her sensitive skin. He wasn't moving! Not being able to take it anymore, she begged as the ache grew below. "Cloud, please…"

"Be with me," he whispered into her ear before he thrust into her hard, making her cry out loudly.

She loved him…

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Tifa sat upright in her bedroom with a panic, her chest heaving fast as her heart thundered loudly inside. Her skin was sticky with sweat, and the duvet to her bed was only suffocating her further. Throwing the blanket off her, she shook her head with heavy agony once more. It was the same dream again, one that plagued her for a few nights now since the last time she saw him, and he almost kissed her.

Tifa grimaced as she stood up, feeling the familiar ache between her legs that greeted her each night upon awakening. The first night she thought it would be the same unconscious fluke she had before, but when it happened the second time, the anxiety began to truly boil up and eat her insides.

So last night when she saw Jace, she buried herself into him to get rid of the other him. And even though he had his hands in the right places, it was the wrong face in front of her. Closing her eyes would only make her see the brilliant blue-eyed man more clearly, her heart fluttering between mirth and misery for what she was doing. Hoping that he would get rid of him for her with fulfilling her needs.

But with Jace beside her earlier, she felt like a stranger as he kissed her, because she missed him. And she knew her boyfriend wanted her to stay longer, but she couldn't on a night that she had the children. A part of her last night was grateful she had given a reason to return home alone, feeling quite ashamed for trying to work out her...unwanted desires on him about him.

It was all so wrong, and it was happening for the third time.

Cloud was in her head again, and when she had been trying to get him out, he wouldn't dare move. Why did he try to kiss her earlier this week? Approaching the mirror of her bathroom, she stared at the flushed expression reflected back at her, her hair disheveled but lightly drenched from her sweating. Mentally cursing herself, she tore off her silky nightshirt and pants before reaching into the shower to turn the water on. Feeling the temperature of the liquid to be slightly chilled, she closed her eyes as she stepped under.

Yet another night of drowning him out.


December 11th, εγλ 0009, 5:12 p.m.

Going to Nibelheim was the last place that he wanted to be. Even though Iris had booked him a room to stay at the local inn with the majority of his business trips, he promptly told her to cancel. Spending a night in this...town, if it could be called that, was too much. Back then he put up with it, as the others were too exhausted to move on, but now he was traveling on his own. Cloud would get up a few hours early to ride Fenrir through the dusty mountain trails from Rocket Town, and return each evening.

Yet again, he was a guest in the home of the Highwinds.

Shera was ecstatic to get his call about staying with them once more, and he had a feeling it was beyond playing hostess. She would want an update on his efforts of…wooing Tifa. And he wasn't so sure of what to think of their last encounter.

Sure, they almost kissed after her spat of jealousy he called her out on, her porcelain cheeks dusted a slight pink as she argued back with a fiery look in her eyes that made his heart soar. Even though his wife's gaze read one of exasperation on the accusation, he couldn't help but notice the excitement those ruby orbs held while teasing her. Him getting close to her. Her not pushing him away. Him almost kissing her.

"It's only a matter of time now! That woman is mad jealous!"

Cid had laughed upon hearing Tifa's reaction to him possibly dating, giving him a hard pat on the back while congratulating him. Cloud had smiled sheepishly to himself, feeling better as he wasn't sure what to think after he had discovered she disappeared upstairs. Then Shera had to speak up.

"Cloud, don't you think you may have come on a little too strong for Tifa?"

Now he just wanted to get back home. He hadn't done too much damage to his plan, did he? Would she start to avoid him, like how she ran upstairs after he almost made a move? These were the thoughts that wavered in his mind from time to time during his trip, and he was here for business in the first place.

Cloud walked briskly across the cobblestone to the somber wood of the archway to retrieve his getaway vehicle. Just one more day in this hellish pit of a town, and he'd be back home where he belonged. The tiny houses with dark crimson rooftops and picket white fences still sent a chill through his spine, a reminder of how the austerities from the ashes were covered up so easily. It may be a regular town now, but too much had happened here to him and Tifa. He was thankful the new trade center was placed near the entrance of Nibelheim, so at least he didn't have the miserable mansion in his view while he worked.

Kicking the engine to life after firmly placing his protective goggles on, he slowly drove the bike around the town square. Even if he wanted to have a quick exit to this place he still had to obey traffic conditions the town set. Rolling around the wobbly pavement, he passed by his former home, paying it no mind as it wasn't really his. However, the neighboring home had a small wooden sign out front that wasn't there earlier, catching his eye when he saw what was written on it: Piano for Sale. Inquire Within.

And the sidewalk sign with the dark emerald letters was for the home that had belonged to the Lockhart family. Turning the transmission off, Cloud secured his bike and gave into his curiosity by knocking on the cedar door and waited. As he stood there, putting his hands in his pockets, his brow crinkled at the slight possibility of this piano. A part of him was hopeful, but the other part of him had to be honest with himself.

This piano really couldn't be to whom it rightfully belonged to.

The entrance to the home creaked open, and a woman with short red hair and pale blue eyes smiled upon greeting. "Hello there sir, are you here about the piano?"

"Yes ma'am," he nodded, and made his way inside when she waved him in.

"I'm Sasha, it's a pleasure to meet you," the petite woman introduced herself after closing the door.

"Cloud," he nodded again, glimpsing around the foyer to witness the small similarities and differences of Tifa's former home. The furniture was the same, but a few new pictures hung on the wall along the staircase and curtains for the windows were navy instead of the hunter green Mrs. Lockhart had. It was odd being here.

"Well, Cloud, I didn't expect to see anyone interested in it so soon. I'm planning on replacing it with a grand piano I've saved up for. It plays rather well after being restored," she explained as she headed towards the stairs.

"Restored?" Cloud perked up at that piece of information. He was second-guessing it earlier, but maybe it was…

"Yes, I had it done on Shinra's gil when I moved here. I'm a music teacher by trade, so I had to make a living besides the cover-up salary I received. A lot of us here had to keep ourselves busy while we played the part on their behalf," Sasha offhandedly related to him as she ascended the stairs.

He could only offer a grunt in response. The woman was very upfront about being apart of the Shinra conspiracy, but he could sense some remorse in her tone.

"Ms. Townsend was the most troubled by the assignment," Sasha continued as she set her foot on the upper landing of the stairs. "I've always wondered what happened to her when she left."

Townsend? That name sounded so familiar to him. Was it a previous customer during his traveling days? Trying to think of why that name was important, he realized he must've zoned out too long by the worried look on the music teacher's face. Cloud assumed they must've stood there in an awkward silence for a while by her fidgeting.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable with this talk. I know you're not from around here and our town has had such a bad name since the Shinra files went public," she played with the ends of her hair nervously, her blue eyes flickering to his.

"Can I see the piano?"

"Yes, it's over there in the corner room," Sasha extended her arm to point him in the right direction.

Turning the corner of the bedroom door, he spotted a replica bed where his wife used to sleep every night in her childhood but was covered by a different styled comforter then he remembered. The walls were still an eggshell tone with the wood trimmings that accented the room. And there was an upright piano, with dark mahogany wood and pearl colored keys to make music. Cautiously, he approached the instrument.

"A few of the keys were damaged by the fire, and the wood had darkened from the heat," she leaned on the corner wall as she watched him inspect the piano. "But I still had the keys replaced with the sugar pines from the surrounding forest of Gongaga."

"From the fire?" Cloud said back as he smoothed his hand across the smooth surface along the front where the music notes would be displayed, feathering his fingers across a familiar floral pattern etched into the wood. Putting his hand over the cover to the keys, he lifted the protective shield to reveal them, sitting down on the crimson plush seat. And then he found in the very corner under the hood exactly what he was looking for. The initials 'T.L.' carved out in the wood to confirm this was her piano.

"The wood was refurbished and re-stained, too," Sasha also pointed out. "I've used this piano for years to teach my students, but I wanted to be upfront about the damage it has had in the past. I wouldn't feel right selling it if I didn't disclose that information. Are you interested...still?"

Tapping the keys gently, he began to play a familiar tune. Do...Re...Me...Ti...La...Do Re Me So Fa Do Re Do...

"I'll take it," he said without a doubt on his mind. "I can arrange for a pickup tomorrow, if that's alright with you. I have one more day here before I have to leave."

"Perfect! I will hold onto it for you," she smiled brightly back at him, clasping her hands together. "The price I was hoping for was 5000 gil. Does that sound fair?"

"Yeah," Cloud replied, taking his wallet out to give her the payment. The woman was so pleased she made a sale so quickly, and took down his contact information. She offered him tea or coffee before his departure, which he declined as he needed to leave the town soon with the approaching dusk.

Waving her goodbye, he took out his phone to make a call to Denzel's cell phone real quick. Christmas was approaching, and he was going to need the help of the children if he was going to make the intention of this purchase possible. He knew Marlene would be all for the little plan he just came up with. Cloud was serious about Tifa, and hopefully, this sentiment would prove just that.


December 12th, εγλ 0009, 6:48 p.m.

He was cutting it close once again with the business trip and school functions, but alas, Cloud had arrived just hours before Marlene's event. However, instead of his wife looking relieved that he made it for the sake of the children once more, she looked rigid once he passed through the front doors of the school lobby.

A heavy silence had settled between them as he approached her and Denzel. Her vermillion irises glanced around unceremoniously to anyone but him as she shifted nervously behind their son, tucking her hair tediously behind her ear. He could tell by the uneasy tension being so thick in the atmosphere around her that it was because of their close encounter before he left for Nibelheim.

Shit, he cursed internally. Shera might be right.

But if he had the chance to kiss her without interruption, he knew he would've seized the moment for them. Not just for himself. For her, because she belongs with him and she might just not know it herself quite yet. He was close to making her realize that, but this was Tifa. He had to be more delicate with how he approached her with her rather demure personality.

Next time would have to be different. But now he was worried about how easily skittish she was by his mere presence, as he might not get that chance. Tonight was the annual end of the year show the school had before the holiday break starts, and she had barely breathed a greeting when he arrived. Then she excused herself to the bathroom, and Denzel was leading him to their assigned seats. Cloud looked back to see if Tifa was nearby as they reached the auditorium doors, but he mustered up that she'll arrive just before the show starts.

He sighed, trying to focus on the children instead as he maneuvered down the theater passageway of other bystanding parents.

"You interrupted them in the storage closet and Tifa's been avoiding him all night. Come on Denzel!" Marlene scolded her adopted brother, placing her hands on her hips for emphasis as she stood in the aisle. Her short silver dress that was embroidered with sequins shimmered under the lights. The costume was trimmed with blanched fur, on the edge of her skirt, gloves, and boots. She even had the puffy fabric wrapped around the white mini tophat she wore. "You need to help me with this plan!"

Cloud hastened his steps once he heard the little girl's words. "What plan?"

"Nothing," they both chimed back in unison as they turned up to face him. They gave it their best to look innocent, but he knew better.

Kneeling down, he ran a hand through his wild hair. "Look, I know I asked for help with Tifa's Christmas present the other day, but what exactly is going on right now?"

Denzel pursed his lips as his sister held her ground. However, the young boy spoke up. "Marlene wants me to sit at seat D3...so you can sit next to Tifa."

Slowly nodding, he knew the girl was scheming sooner than necessary. When he approached the kids about the piano, he presented it to them as to be platonic...rather than romantic. To himself, the latter was the intention of the gesture but the kids didn't need to know that. However, with how keen Marlene was about his love life lately, he knew she was getting too excited, too fast. "And why is that?"

"I want you and Tifa to be together," she answered honestly.

"That isn't up to you, Marlene."

Impatiently, she huffed. "If I don't see you two sitting together when I come out for my part, I will walk off that stage. And I have multiple parts Cloud."

"You can't be serious," Cloud's eyes widened at her threat, his voice exasperated. Those tiny brown eyes that stared back at him were unwavering and filled with determination. She might not be his blood, but this was definitely Barret's daughter. "Marlene, you're not doing that."

She lifted her chin back up at him. "Try me."

"What is going on?" Tifa asked from behind him, sounding curious to the topic at hand as she approached.

Standing up, he noticed Denzel take the exact seat that Marlene had been pushing him to occupy. "Marlene is...holding us hostage."

Perking up a dark eyebrow at him in return, she gave a chuckle as she asked, "what?"

"You and Cloud are going to sit together, or I'll step off stage," Marlene explained with a cheeky grin as she clasped her hands together, then retreated away to go backstage.

That kid was really into scheming...

His wife's pale face faltered at the young girl's proposition, eyes darting back and forth between her fading form and him. Pursing her lips, she shook her head incredulously. "She can't be serious…"

"That's exactly what I said, but she is."

Tifa crossed her arms, biting her lower lip as she turned away from him. A smile would have to be painted on her face if she was going to be happy about sitting next to him tonight, it seemed. Her brow furrowed, and he knew what she was thinking about.

"I'm sorry," he spat it out without giving it much thought. Was he really though? He didn't like seeing her like this, but he would've kissed her if he had the chance.

"For what?" Her eyes flickered with distress as she turned to him. It was never so simple for Tifa, but he knew she had to entirely rely on reading his eyes at times, and this was one of those times. Once more that evening, her irises were trembling, but she was looking at him rather than away from him. Deciphering his very thoughts just like she always did in the past.

He could sense her hesitation, her motionlessly pulling away from him when he was just getting closer to her. Cloud hated seeing her face wrinkled with worry when he was the one that went too far. "Tifa…"

"Just take your seat," gently, she cut him off with a whisper.


December 12th, εγλ 0009, 9:49 p.m.

A few steps ahead of the children, Tifa entered the tavern doors while swiftly taking off her dark wool coat. Marlene had requested that Cloud help tuck her in tonight, and much to her apprehension about the situation, she agreed. The children should come first in this situation, but she didn't want to be alone with him again either.

Last time was too close for comfort.

Faking a yawn, she turned to her kids stepping into the warm air of their home, along with her ex in tow. She really hoped Cloud didn't stick around to talk after the kids went to bed, so she was dropping hints now. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

"Can we stay up longer? Please?" Marlene asked kindly, heightening herself up on her toes for emphasis.

"Oh, can we?" Denzel chirped up at the suggestion.

"It's nearly 10 p.m. and you two still have one more day of school before you go over to Cloud's place," the brunette reminded her youngest.

"But—"

"No 'buts' Marlene, it's a school night," Cloud backed her up as he came over to place his hand on Marlene's shoulder, giving a small squeeze. His alluring blue eyes connected to Tifa's, but in that fleeting moment, Tifa could feel the spark he was giving off. A small smile appeared on his face before he turned his attention back on the little girl. "Aren't you tired from your dance recital?"

"No, but I figured we could spend some time as a family," Marlene explained charmingly as she grabbed his hand from her shoulder, then reached out for Tifa's hand with her opposite one, tugging on her gently. "I miss spending time with both of you. Together."

She froze, her face paled as her carmine eyes widened at the innocent request. Except, it wasn't so innocent. Earlier at the recital, it was awkward enough having to sit next to Cloud upon Marlene's forceful setup, and now she was being sweet. Scheming to put them together, but still sweet. "Marlene…"

"What?"

Distracting her would be best. "Would you like Cloud to read you and Denzel a story?"

Those little brown eyes widened with hope at her suggestion. "Yeah, can you join us too?"

Tifa blushed a little and could feel Cloud's eyes on her again, awaiting her answer. Even though he tried earlier before the play, the tension between them wasn't going to dissolve anytime soon. They...had almost crossed a line. The children would be with her during storytime, but afterwards…

She didn't even want to acknowledge what happened with him last time, let alone risk it happening again.

It was best for her to avoid being alone with him. At all.

And Tifa was exhausted, and decided to use it as an excuse once more. "I'm sorry Marlene, I'm gonna have to sit this one out. I stayed up a few nights helping with the costumes and it's finally catching up to me." Her and a few other mothers had volunteered their time the past few weeks to sew the costumes. There were a few last-minute alterations with how fast the kids in the show grew, but it wasn't anything she hadn't done before for the school.

Although disappointed, the little girl understood, slowly nodding. "Okay…"

"Do you mind getting them ready for bed?" Tifa reluctantly asked her ex. The children could mostly manage on their own, but the goodnight tuck-in was always in their routine.

"Yeah, it's no problem," he replied steadily, even though his eyes were anything but steady. Those blue orbs seemed diluted with defeat.

Kneeling down to her level, Tifa scooped up Marlene in her arms for a hug, while beckoning over Denzel to join them. Without hesitation, he encircled his small arms across both sets of their shoulders as Cloud silently stood behind him. "Goodnight, and be good for Cloud."

The children nodded and murmured their own goodnights, with Marlene's voice a little lower than usual. Tifa hated to disappoint the little girl after her big night on stage, but it really couldn't be helped. Waving silently as she walked away from her family, she climbed the stairs and headed to her bedroom. She could hear the low patter of footsteps ascending behind her as she reached the top, then wood creaking louder under his added weight when he followed. Tifa was grateful that he didn't fight back at her request for him to handle bedtime, as the earlier awkwardness at the recital was still apparent to him.

As she grabbed the doorknob, the tiredness crept up into both her mind and her body. The muscles in her shoulders were tightening from the tension alone. But she knew this exhaustion just wasn't from late nights prepping the costumes. It was also from the late-night wakings she had about him. Gathering her pajamas, she made her way to her private bathroom to take a hot shower before bed.

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After reading the children a short story, he tucked them into their beds. Marlene's nighttime routine took longer, but it was because he made her promise to stop trying to set him up with Tifa.

Closing the latch behind him, he pondered for a moment if he should knock on her door. He had just given a small lecture to Marlene about forcing his wife to be around him, so he couldn't do the same himself. Putting on his jacket, he walked over to the stairs to leave when he heard something break through the walls, metal clanging as he recognized her scream.

"Damn it! Stop!" Tifa's muffled yells could be heard from her room. Was that running water he heard?

Without a second thought, he opened her private bedroom door, an area he hadn't entered for a long time. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and he could hear more crashing noises from the bathroom.

"Shit!"

"Tifa, are you alright?!" He yelled through the door. She didn't sound like she was in trouble, but there was definite chaos. The running water from the shower sounded louder than usual. Right now he was entering her personal space, and he didn't want to enter if she was, well...

"Cloud?!" She called back, and he could hear her jostle open the door. For the first time tonight, she looked relieved to see him, but her hair and face were sloppily wet, as well as her pajamas. Even water droplets had accumulated in her thick eyelashes. "You're still here…"

Looking her over he could see what had caused her to cry out and curse so much: a broken pipe busted through the tile, spraying water haphazardly all over the bathroom.

"Go get my toolbox," he directed as he pushed the door further open while he removed his coat, tossing it on the end of her bed. He didn't want to risk soaking that with the chilly winter winds that evening, but he would stay to help. She quickly darted past him, dripping water all over the wooden floor as she fetched the means to fix the plumbing.

This house was mostly built with odds and ends from Midgar, but he never expected anything to break like this. He lifted his arm to deflect the water from hitting his face as he turned the knob off, but the pressure wouldn't let up. Taking off his button-down dress shirt, he shoved it into the spewing end of the metal rod, tying it into place. It wasn't a total fix, but at least he could work now.

The sound of a metal box being set on the counter signaled her return. Her eyes were fixated on his torso, skimming across the crevices of his muscles made apparent by his soaking wet sleeveless top. Internally, he was reeling she was checking him out, but he had to play it cool for now. "Can you hand me the wrench?"

Offering the tool he requested, she turned her head to the side to avert her gaze, as if to pretend she wasn't looking at him the way she just was. But the apparent rosiness of her cheeks gave her away even more.

Maybe just for tonight, he would pretend to not notice that either. He didn't want to scare off the woman he was in love with again. Just when she seemed so close to figuring out she was still in love with him, too. Slow and steady he had to be, as she meant everything to him, and more.


Author's Note Continued: So, what did you think? Or what do you think is going to happen? Originally I was going to write out the whole scene, but I decided after Denebola Leo's suggestion to place the other half next chapter. A lot of tension is going on, and you'll just have to wait a little longer. Tifa is clearly being affected by her dreams of Cloud, as her inner desire is trying to call out to her of who she really wants.

And yet she is hesitating.

Now, as I mentioned above, Chapter 19 needs some extra time to it, but I will give you a hint since I brought up how Tifa is trying to resist...one scene will be a flashback of how difficult it was for her with Cloud being gone for almost a year. I was going to write it later but after Kelleyi17's suggestion I bumped it up.

Also, the first section of the story after the dream was influenced by the song, 'Missing You,' by Ingrid Michaelson. It's a new song that came out earlier this summer, and when I first heard the lyrics it just really reminded me of Tifa's current situation with Jace and Cloud. Give it a listen!

I hope you enjoyed the update! Until next time...

Chapter updated on 7/26/20; date/time stamp changes applied.