[He only watches when she moves off the bed, her warmth lingering in the empty space beside him. And the way she stands at the window... He shakes off the feeling when she beckons him and he slowly joins her, standing beside her as he peers out the window.
The sight of the falling snow reminds him of how he had taken the snow for granted in the past and how after growing up he had begun to treasure it. A sight he used to see every day now reduced to only a few months sometimes weeks a year depending where he is. Yet most of those times he would be alone, lost in his thoughts, in his memories. However now...
As he glances down at Tifa in front of him, a soft smile forms, a now familiar warmth settling in. And in that same moment, the dark skies brighten in a wash of color, as if a paintbrush has swept through it. It illuminates the sky, the ripples of greens, purples, pinks, and yellows almost dancing with the snow.]
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The sight of the falling snow reminds him of how he had taken the snow for granted in the past and how after growing up he had begun to treasure it. A sight he used to see every day now reduced to only a few months sometimes weeks a year depending where he is. Yet most of those times he would be alone, lost in his thoughts, in his memories. However now...
As he glances down at Tifa in front of him, a soft smile forms, a now familiar warmth settling in. And in that same moment, the dark skies brighten in a wash of color, as if a paintbrush has swept through it. It illuminates the sky, the ripples of greens, purples, pinks, and yellows almost dancing with the snow.]