[He watches the way the flower blooms, how that blue glow washes over them. It's warm and comforting, yet at the same time bittersweet. He knows full well how Tifa feels for him, would do anything to help him just as he would for her. Maybe that's another thing he's afraid—that she gets hurt in trying to help him. And when she kisses him, his eyes close, her affection gentle and sweet.]
...I know.
[In his mind he knows. In his heart...it also knows yet it still holds that fear no matter how many times he's tried to rid it or lock it away.
He quietly repeats those words—"I know"—before returning her kiss, so light and soft, as if almost afraid to push further. But he does, a hand sliding over her cheek, fingers threading through her hair as it goes to cup the back of her head as he pulls her in, arm wrapped around her tight.
Whenever this dream ends, he will do this all over again—reach out to her and hold on like a lifeline.]
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...I know.
[In his mind he knows. In his heart...it also knows yet it still holds that fear no matter how many times he's tried to rid it or lock it away.
He quietly repeats those words—"I know"—before returning her kiss, so light and soft, as if almost afraid to push further. But he does, a hand sliding over her cheek, fingers threading through her hair as it goes to cup the back of her head as he pulls her in, arm wrapped around her tight.
Whenever this dream ends, he will do this all over again—reach out to her and hold on like a lifeline.]