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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-01 10:38 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-01 10:38 pm
Weak Links
Title: Weak Links
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Theme: 062. Death [Word count: 435]
Character(s): Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife
Pairing(s): Cloud/Tifa friendship
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Kingdom Hearts timeline
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series based on the events of the Kingdom Hearts Compilation. Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sealedflight, the best Cloud Strife a girl could ever ask for~ ♥♥♥
Life was a strange thing, she remembered thinking. Everyone knew how the story would end, but even so, there were always surprises. Things never quite turn out the way you expect they will. It had been so with Tifa when her mother died. And now, her story was his. The same pain she had felt at the time would be known to him as well. But whereas she still had the comfort and support of her father -- still had his love to ease the ache in her heart -- Cloud had no one. And because of that, she was sad for him.
She had been hiding the illness for sometime. That was what the doctor had said to Tifa's father. Standing frozen and fearful outside of the woman's door, watching the young boy sit quietly and diligently at his mother's bedside. she had unintentionally overheard the conversation between the two men just down the hall. It was a small cottage, after all, just barely big enough for the two of them on the outskirts of town. But the hilltop view overlooking the valley had been beautiful, so his mother had decided to stay.
In such a small and confining place, there were very few things that could be masked.
Before Tifa realized it, she had taken her last breath -- spoken her last words to him in hushed whispers only he could hear -- and then there was nothing. And as Cloud shook and bowed his head in grief, the little girl had done the only thing she could think to do in that moment: run into her father's arms.
And just like that, Mrs. Strife was gone. Just like her.
Staring out at the cliff-side grave from where she stood just at the edge of the forest, Tifa watched the young boy kneel down beside the stone marker. And in feeling that she was intruding on a moment that wasn't meant for her to see, the little girl turned away from the scene. Without thought or conscious consideration, she found her eyes settling on the white mountain peaks in the distance. To where she knew her mother's spirit watched over them and the village. And though, even after four years, she still missed seeing her mother's smile or hearing her voice, Tifa forced herself to hold back the sadness. Her time to mourn had passed. It was his turn now.
"...Take care of her, mom."
But never once did he cry for her, at least not that she had seen... even though Tifa had cried for him every night for the first month.
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Theme: 062. Death [Word count: 435]
Character(s): Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife
Pairing(s): Cloud/Tifa friendship
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Kingdom Hearts timeline
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series based on the events of the Kingdom Hearts Compilation. Theme borrowed from
ficlets100.Dedicated to:
sealedflight, the best Cloud Strife a girl could ever ask for~ ♥♥♥Life was a strange thing, she remembered thinking. Everyone knew how the story would end, but even so, there were always surprises. Things never quite turn out the way you expect they will. It had been so with Tifa when her mother died. And now, her story was his. The same pain she had felt at the time would be known to him as well. But whereas she still had the comfort and support of her father -- still had his love to ease the ache in her heart -- Cloud had no one. And because of that, she was sad for him.
She had been hiding the illness for sometime. That was what the doctor had said to Tifa's father. Standing frozen and fearful outside of the woman's door, watching the young boy sit quietly and diligently at his mother's bedside. she had unintentionally overheard the conversation between the two men just down the hall. It was a small cottage, after all, just barely big enough for the two of them on the outskirts of town. But the hilltop view overlooking the valley had been beautiful, so his mother had decided to stay.
In such a small and confining place, there were very few things that could be masked.
Before Tifa realized it, she had taken her last breath -- spoken her last words to him in hushed whispers only he could hear -- and then there was nothing. And as Cloud shook and bowed his head in grief, the little girl had done the only thing she could think to do in that moment: run into her father's arms.
And just like that, Mrs. Strife was gone. Just like her.
Staring out at the cliff-side grave from where she stood just at the edge of the forest, Tifa watched the young boy kneel down beside the stone marker. And in feeling that she was intruding on a moment that wasn't meant for her to see, the little girl turned away from the scene. Without thought or conscious consideration, she found her eyes settling on the white mountain peaks in the distance. To where she knew her mother's spirit watched over them and the village. And though, even after four years, she still missed seeing her mother's smile or hearing her voice, Tifa forced herself to hold back the sadness. Her time to mourn had passed. It was his turn now.
"...Take care of her, mom."
But never once did he cry for her, at least not that she had seen... even though Tifa had cried for him every night for the first month.
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