Outrunning Ghosts
Author: aleriadeufania
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII. Cloud/Tifa
Warning: None. I wrote something clean. *Insert gasp*
Notes: Not sure how I feel about this one. Had some free time at work today so I pumped this out. I think it might have potential though.
“How do I outrun a ghost, Tifa?”
While we embrace his spiky blond hair punctures my cheek. I feel as though I will bleed out the stigma I never contracted. Bubbling hot calamity coating our contact as yet another reminder of the universe’s scheme to keep us apart.
“Tifa,” his gloved hands shimmer with moisture.
It is only tears.
This never used to happen.
Tears never escaped my eyes before. Unintentional expressions had never been an issue. Not until he began to tease me. When Cloud began to hint that perhaps him and I- we- us, together… could ever amount to anything. Part of me realizes it is never meant to be, and then the tears escape me.
With the first sign of tension he leaves me to my misery. He is frustrating. With his incredible strength and abilities, he shies away from every potential emotional conflict. I need him close to me, which is why I cannot tell him. Exposing my demons has never outweighed the shadow of his presence.
I keep quiet when he speaks now, for fear of driving him further into himself or further away from me.
My demons are arousing without my consent, and I fear it is a matter of time before I break and lose him-every last piece of him- permanently.
He is standing in my bedroom doorway, poised to leave though his hand drapes the doorknob in reluctance. Cloud’s minute gestures show me that he doesn’t intentionally disappoint me. It just happens because he has become a coward- too scared to become emotionally entangled and potentially burned.
My insides are already aflame.
“Cloud,” I plead. He does not face me. “The ghosts are only in your mind.”
“That doesn’t make them any less real.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII. Cloud/Tifa
Warning: None. I wrote something clean. *Insert gasp*
Notes: Not sure how I feel about this one. Had some free time at work today so I pumped this out. I think it might have potential though.
“How do I outrun a ghost, Tifa?”
While we embrace his spiky blond hair punctures my cheek. I feel as though I will bleed out the stigma I never contracted. Bubbling hot calamity coating our contact as yet another reminder of the universe’s scheme to keep us apart.
“Tifa,” his gloved hands shimmer with moisture.
It is only tears.
This never used to happen.
Tears never escaped my eyes before. Unintentional expressions had never been an issue. Not until he began to tease me. When Cloud began to hint that perhaps him and I- we- us, together… could ever amount to anything. Part of me realizes it is never meant to be, and then the tears escape me.
With the first sign of tension he leaves me to my misery. He is frustrating. With his incredible strength and abilities, he shies away from every potential emotional conflict. I need him close to me, which is why I cannot tell him. Exposing my demons has never outweighed the shadow of his presence.
I keep quiet when he speaks now, for fear of driving him further into himself or further away from me.
My demons are arousing without my consent, and I fear it is a matter of time before I break and lose him-every last piece of him- permanently.
He is standing in my bedroom doorway, poised to leave though his hand drapes the doorknob in reluctance. Cloud’s minute gestures show me that he doesn’t intentionally disappoint me. It just happens because he has become a coward- too scared to become emotionally entangled and potentially burned.
My insides are already aflame.
“Cloud,” I plead. He does not face me. “The ghosts are only in your mind.”
“That doesn’t make them any less real.”