She's always liked it. Even back in Nibelheim, she loved the fresh snow—it was perfect for snow angels and snowmen, and she would never forget how all of the kids would run out no matter the hour to make sure they took advantage of it.
But more than that—]
It...
[Reminds her of him, but she swallows the words before they could ever leave her.
After that night... at her house... Tifa had spent a long time watching the snow fall. Her mind had been racing as fast as her heart was, and the only thing that eased it was the snow. Why, she had no idea, but she hadn't realized it until then that there were so many reasons why it reminded her of Eustace.
Its calm and cool air, how it was so silent but so very present. It could come down in a violent storm, or it could be gentle...
Her knees curl up closer to her chest, and he'll feel her weight shift closer as she continues to watch the snow.]
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She's always liked it. Even back in Nibelheim, she loved the fresh snow—it was perfect for snow angels and snowmen, and she would never forget how all of the kids would run out no matter the hour to make sure they took advantage of it.
But more than that—]
It...
[Reminds her of him, but she swallows the words before they could ever leave her.
After that night... at her house... Tifa had spent a long time watching the snow fall. Her mind had been racing as fast as her heart was, and the only thing that eased it was the snow. Why, she had no idea, but she hadn't realized it until then that there were so many reasons why it reminded her of Eustace.
Its calm and cool air, how it was so silent but so very present. It could come down in a violent storm, or it could be gentle...
Her knees curl up closer to her chest, and he'll feel her weight shift closer as she continues to watch the snow.]
... It's nice. It calms me down.