[For all the fighting against Fate and Destiny she's had to do, it pains her to admit that she trusts in what she's saying. Not Juliet, but Tifa. No matter what they try to do to struggle against it, this world and all the others continue to turn.
Even if she opened herself up to him, could she say that she was fully his? That if she placed her heart in his hands, it would be all of it? There were so many ways this world tried to bring them together, but so many more things that kept them apart, in spite of the things they wished for.
She doesn't know how this magic happens or why, or if it's all part of the show, but seeing the longing in his eyes mirrored so clearly from hers makes the lights around them pulse and glow a little brighter with life, like they're waiting for that perfect moment to burst.]
No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart, And I'm not the one you were meant to find.
[Tifa starts to wander away from him now, her own expression turning forlorn, but her hand takes his in hers with the lightest, most careful grip.]
It's not up to you, It's not up to me, When everyone tells us what we can be. How can we rewrite the stars?
[And with her gaze never once leaving his, she leads him to the glass doors of the balcony, where the stars that follow them and the ones in the sky outshine the moon, and beneath their light, she lifts his hand to press it to her cheek, seeking its warmth.]
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Even if she opened herself up to him, could she say that she was fully his? That if she placed her heart in his hands, it would be all of it? There were so many ways this world tried to bring them together, but so many more things that kept them apart, in spite of the things they wished for.
She doesn't know how this magic happens or why, or if it's all part of the show, but seeing the longing in his eyes mirrored so clearly from hers makes the lights around them pulse and glow a little brighter with life, like they're waiting for that perfect moment to burst.]
No one can rewrite the stars.
How can you say you'll be mine?
Everything keeps us apart,
And I'm not the one you were meant to find.
[Tifa starts to wander away from him now, her own expression turning forlorn, but her hand takes his in hers with the lightest, most careful grip.]
It's not up to you,
It's not up to me,
When everyone tells us what we can be.
How can we rewrite the stars?
[And with her gaze never once leaving his, she leads him to the glass doors of the balcony, where the stars that follow them and the ones in the sky outshine the moon, and beneath their light, she lifts his hand to press it to her cheek, seeking its warmth.]
Say that the world can be ours,
Tonight...