[She is caught between wanting to stare at the lights and at him, and while subtle, her eyes flit all across his face, searching, as if she is trying to absorb as much of this moment as possible before it ends... because she is. This delicate, precious memory that she can store away with all the others, locked up so that it's kept safe, away from time, away from distance, away from anything that might weather it so that it stays clear.
Pristine.
Just the way it should be.
Before finally, they land on his lips, and Tifa immediately rises on her tiptoes, stretching out and hoping that he will meet her halfway for that kiss she so clearly seeks. That star-shattering one that she has been waiting for since the day begun. The one she knew would come, but not when because the moment would matter.
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Pristine.
Just the way it should be.
Before finally, they land on his lips, and Tifa immediately rises on her tiptoes, stretching out and hoping that he will meet her halfway for that kiss she so clearly seeks. That star-shattering one that she has been waiting for since the day begun. The one she knew would come, but not when because the moment would matter.
And this feels right.]