So...
Here are the sentences from Cloud's POV. They fit in the timeline from Case of Tifa to the end of Advent Children Complete. I'm aware that Tifa's sentences weren't really all that organized, scatter-brain that I am, so I tried to arrange Cloud's sentences so that they made more sense. Some of them also have back stories that are my ideas for fics (unfortunately, I couldn't get around to making them).
They're also a bit more... physical than Tifa's, but that's how it came out *shrugs and glares at mini-Cloud sitting on right shoulder* Stubborn man with his spiky, one-track mind. But he is kinda sweet.
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026 Betrayed: He'd been betrayed, toyed with, manipulated, controlled and fucked over in every way possible; it was only ever Tifa who had stuck with him until and beyond the end - and he'd repaid her by leaving her.
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027 Moogle: They deserved more than this, he thought as he placed the badly-wrapped toy that Marlene had been wanting for ages on the front door of the Seventh Heaven, but since he couldn't give them his presence, this was the closest he could get to telling them how much they would always mean to him.
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028 Back: He'd wanted to take it with him, the sweater they'd all worked hard on making for him, but he knew that if he did, he'd want to come right back every time he saw it.
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029 Hands: She had the most beautiful hands, he remembered as he looked down at the black liquid dripping onto his own - hands that could protect and defend, nurture and care, soothe and unsettle all at the same time.
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030 Angel: Looking at the stained glass depictions of heavenly beings that covered the church, he couldn't help but think that he'd had one in his life and that she was all that was good in his world - but he'd let that slip away from him when he left.
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031 Hunger: The bar was alive with the scents of good food and wine, but as he lingered in the shadows outside the window, his eyes settled on her graceful form moving with ease through the room and his body suddenly craved for a different kind of physical satisfaction altogether.
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032 Disease: All those foreign-sounding medical terms from the books he'd found didn't mean anything to him, but the black-bleeding bruises on his arm did: it meant that he wasn't strong enough to take care of them - of her.
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033 Ache/Pain: He'd thought being run through by the world's cruelest blade was the worst pain he would ever have to endure... until he spent two months without her presence.
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034 Pair: He had never believed in soulmates, but thinking back to how she always seemed to know what he was thinking - how she was the only person who really understood him, the only person he could be himself with - he thought she was the closest thing to a soulmate he'd ever had.
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035 Angular: Rough - everything around him was made of rough, hard edges - and it made his gut ache as he pushed Fenrir to its limits over the barren desert, because he yearned for soft curves and gentle slopes and the feel of smooth midnight silk flowing between his fingers.
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036 Dependent: He was addicted to her - needed her; always, always, she was all he could see and feel and hear - and now that she wasn't with him, he grit his teeth at the hollowness in his chest and felt a frenzied kind of loneliness because even now, his body and soul craved the warmth and life that only she could give.
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037 Us: There was no more "us", no more "we"... instead, there was only "him", with "her" and "them" left behind in the place he no longer had the right to call his home.
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038 Guidelines: If only life had come with a step-by-step manual on how not to fuck up relationships with pretty-bartenders-who-were-supposed-to-be-friends-but-gaia-I-want-so-much-more-but-I-don't-even-deserve-her, he figured they'd both be much better off.
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039 His: He couldn't get enough of her and in his dreams, she was his - only his, always his... until he woke up, desperately empty and alone.
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040 Black: His arm was bleeding black, so he closed his eyes and tried to imagine a different kind of black to ease the pain - like the soft but tough black leather she wore that clung to her luscious body with each movement, or the heavy obsidian black sheen of her eyes shrouded by the dark fringe of her lashes when she looked at him sometimes, or the midnight black shine of her hair under the dim light of the bar.
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041 Forget: There were times when the pain of leaving them got so bad, he wished he could just forget all of it - but those moments never lasted, because... how could he ever want to forget the only good thing that had happened in his life?
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042 Hero: He'd been a hero to the world when he'd saved it from a madman, but why, why couldn't he ever be a hero to the people who counted most to him?
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043 Split-second: She was on the ground and a fucking building was about to fall on her, and he was almost too late, like he had been for Aerith - but this time, he was sure his world would break for good - wholly and completely - if he didn't get there in time.
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044 Seawater: He was drowning, drowning in unshed tears - hers and his - in guilt and nightmares and the black bleeding from his arm... and it was only her hand and her eyes and her words, "No giving up!" that helped him resurface.
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045 End: He was all that stood between the world and its plunge into oblivion, and as he launched his final attack, his mind flashed with the faces of all the people he cherished and settled longest on the face of the woman who'd stood firmly at his side through all of this.
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046 Savor: They both liked rain, he knew, and as the healing rain Aerith had sent fell light and warm on his face, he wished Tifa was standing there with him instead of on Cid's ship, so that they could savor this small miracle together.
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047 Heaven: He was in the Lifestream, and he was dead... and all he could think was that his Heaven, his Promised Land was not in this place - because there was no Tifa here.
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048 Smile: The children were all jumping around him, their faces bright and joyous, and he felt so light for the first time in forever - and then he saw her... and he couldn't help but smile - he was back where he belonged.
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049 Clear: It was only when he met her eyes - eyes that were so beautifully clear and open and, for the first time in a long while, happy - that it hit him: no, he wasn't alone anymore - in fact, he'd never been alone; it had just taken him some time - and a whole lot of heartache - to realize it.
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050 Left: All it took was a sweet smile and a "welcome home" from her, and it left him out of breath and had him wondering what had possessed him to leave in the first place.
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THE END