[He'll feel her tense inside his arms—only slightly, but enough that it makes even Tifa wince when she feels her fingers twitch.
She's silent as she chews on her strawberry, and there's an odd, sudden, sinking feeling in her stomach. Not because he asked, but because it's true. He's told her... no, shown her pieces of his life before this place. He trusted her with it. And yet, here she is, never having shared enough with him. It's not that she doesn't trust him enough to explain, but... she'd be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of what he might think when she did.
But she is his bride-to-be. Bride-to-be... the words ring in her head like a pleasant little bell, like windchimes on a summer's day, and that warmth chases away that cold feeling, and it makes it so damn difficult to say no to him.]
I guess I do...
[There's a light tremble to her voice—barely there, but if anyone could catch it, it's him.]
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She's silent as she chews on her strawberry, and there's an odd, sudden, sinking feeling in her stomach. Not because he asked, but because it's true. He's told her... no, shown her pieces of his life before this place. He trusted her with it. And yet, here she is, never having shared enough with him. It's not that she doesn't trust him enough to explain, but... she'd be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of what he might think when she did.
But she is his bride-to-be. Bride-to-be... the words ring in her head like a pleasant little bell, like windchimes on a summer's day, and that warmth chases away that cold feeling, and it makes it so damn difficult to say no to him.]
I guess I do...
[There's a light tremble to her voice—barely there, but if anyone could catch it, it's him.]
What exactly do you want to know?