This is one of the first drabbles I wrote for this particular fic. Not sure if it still fits, since the shape of the fic changed beyond my control, but I still quite like it. There's a running theme in this fic, of Past, Present and Future, each of them represented by one of the girls.
Disclaimer: the recognisable bits belong to SquareEnix.
Tifa.
Stuck: to bring to a standstill; render unable to proceed or go back.
I never liked looking back. My past wasn't something to admired.
It was ugly.
Full of death and destruction.
I didn't like to think about it. At all.
I hated the future as well. So uncertain, so terrifying.
I was alone. I had been alone and I was always going to be alone.
That's why I joined AVALANCHE.
In a group like that, it was better only to take each day as it came.
I guess I was… happy?
To be honest I wasn't really anything. I felt like I was stuck, unable to move backwards, unwillingly to step forwards. It was frustrating.
But then it was ok, cos I met you again.
And then I… I really… I just wanted to stay there…
I didn't want to go backwards, and I didn't want to go forwards.
I just… wanted to be with you, in that moment, always.
I still do.