[But it is her fault, or so she'll continue to tell herself. Where did that even come from in the first place? What provoked her subconscious to venture down that road again? Moreover, what made it pull in Eustace? It's one thing to dream about old memories, but to rewrite it with him there instead of Cloud? Sure, she harboured some disappointment and frustration there, but...
Tifa pulls away from him then, her stare intense while she looks up at him, silent, like she'll find the answer to that question on his face. Like he's the one who will know why she so vividly remembered him being there, as if he were always a part of it. She questioned it and why some parts about it felt wrong, but there was no mistake that he was as clear as those who were really there that day.
She gives a slow shake of her head, and her nails lightly dig into the skin on his back without realizing.]
No. It's okay, but...
[ ...
Her gaze and voice drop away, and Tifa finds herself unable to say the words she means to, but if her grip on him suggests anything...]
Please stay...
[Hardly a whisper as her forehead falls to his chest.]
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Tifa pulls away from him then, her stare intense while she looks up at him, silent, like she'll find the answer to that question on his face. Like he's the one who will know why she so vividly remembered him being there, as if he were always a part of it. She questioned it and why some parts about it felt wrong, but there was no mistake that he was as clear as those who were really there that day.
She gives a slow shake of her head, and her nails lightly dig into the skin on his back without realizing.]
No. It's okay, but...
[ ...
Her gaze and voice drop away, and Tifa finds herself unable to say the words she means to, but if her grip on him suggests anything...]
Please stay...
[Hardly a whisper as her forehead falls to his chest.]