FFVII - Tifa, Aerith, Cloud
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lirillithTitle: Gone
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Tifa, Aerith (implied Cloud/Aerith)
Length: 353 words
Summary: Tifa and Aerith - friendship with complications.
Warnings: None
Notes: A 15-minute fic.
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There's a hole in all their lives now. There are times that she can almost forget it, can tell herself Aerith's just travelling with Cloud, just in another room, she'll be back any minute. She said she'd come back. But when they gather for meals or to discuss their plans or arrange the next rendezvous point, she's not there. When Tifa calls the other group, there's one voice that won't answer.
She's gone, completely, and the Lifestream is a poor substitute for someone who could enrage her by smiling at Cloud just so, or rest a cool hand on an injured knee, someone she could hug. You're crushing my throat, she'd said when Aerith had hugged her goodbye, and they'd both laughed as they let go, and Aerith had said hey, you know, I'll be back, but just in case something happens, I wanted to tell you, about Cloud-- and then she'd broken off. Tifa, thinking of Nibelheim and the way the evening light slanted in through the windows in Kalm as Cloud had finished the story he couldn't know, had just stared with her heart in her throat. I'm sorry if I'm... you know, if it hurts your feelings when I flirt with him or anything, you know? I mean... I don't want to... She'd trailed off, and Tifa had felt sort of scooped out with dread, relief, and another kind of hurt besides. He's crazy about you, she'd said then. And hey, we both heard that fortune, right? She could accept the inevitable, she'd thought. That's what I mean, Aerith had said, I shouldn't have asked for that, I just get carried away— I'm sorry, I have so much more to say but I need to get going. I'll talk to you more later, okay? And she'd handed Tifa her cell phone, and the bag with all her materia, and walked off.
And now she's gone, and Tifa thinks of her when she looks at wildflowers and wishes she'd just lied and said it was okay, that nothing had hurt her at all, because it hadn't hurt like it does now.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Tifa, Aerith (implied Cloud/Aerith)
Length: 353 words
Summary: Tifa and Aerith - friendship with complications.
Warnings: None
Notes: A 15-minute fic.
****
There's a hole in all their lives now. There are times that she can almost forget it, can tell herself Aerith's just travelling with Cloud, just in another room, she'll be back any minute. She said she'd come back. But when they gather for meals or to discuss their plans or arrange the next rendezvous point, she's not there. When Tifa calls the other group, there's one voice that won't answer.
She's gone, completely, and the Lifestream is a poor substitute for someone who could enrage her by smiling at Cloud just so, or rest a cool hand on an injured knee, someone she could hug. You're crushing my throat, she'd said when Aerith had hugged her goodbye, and they'd both laughed as they let go, and Aerith had said hey, you know, I'll be back, but just in case something happens, I wanted to tell you, about Cloud-- and then she'd broken off. Tifa, thinking of Nibelheim and the way the evening light slanted in through the windows in Kalm as Cloud had finished the story he couldn't know, had just stared with her heart in her throat. I'm sorry if I'm... you know, if it hurts your feelings when I flirt with him or anything, you know? I mean... I don't want to... She'd trailed off, and Tifa had felt sort of scooped out with dread, relief, and another kind of hurt besides. He's crazy about you, she'd said then. And hey, we both heard that fortune, right? She could accept the inevitable, she'd thought. That's what I mean, Aerith had said, I shouldn't have asked for that, I just get carried away— I'm sorry, I have so much more to say but I need to get going. I'll talk to you more later, okay? And she'd handed Tifa her cell phone, and the bag with all her materia, and walked off.
And now she's gone, and Tifa thinks of her when she looks at wildflowers and wishes she'd just lied and said it was okay, that nothing had hurt her at all, because it hadn't hurt like it does now.
