Katy (leviathanmirror) wrote in forsakengardens, @ 2010-05-20 07:57:00 |
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Fiction Post #9
Title: About to Crash
Day/Theme: 20. Because I dream of her too often
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Character/Pairing: Tifa/Aerith
Rating: PG
She shuts her alarm off before it goes off. She does this every morning. She has done this every morning for months or years or decades. Time is no longer a hard black line to her, it's the soft water color blur of days she hardly remembers and dreams she wished she didn't.
If she didn't shut it off, it would go off in another two hours but she can't sleep that long. She can't sleep at all.
Nightmares, she had dealt with. Her parents dying, her friends dying, her dying; blood on metal stairs, a pair of bright blue eyes, perfect and utterly dead, gunfire and buildings collapsing and it being all her fault, a single materia dropping into crystal clear water. Embarrassingly mundane ones - being late on her taxes, standing behind the bar of the Seventh Heaven completely naked, forgetting Marlene's birthday - all brushed off.
Some nights she would dream. She would dream of waking up to a pair of pale, slender arms around her; of her hands tangled in light brown hair; of soft words and soft kisses. More and more often until it was nearly every night that the whisper of skin on hers left her body aching, mischievous green eyes left her mind aching, the breathless "I love you" left her heart aching.
And then she would wake up alone, Aerith's name on her lips.
Tifa knew she was a strong person. That's why the tears that inevitably followed were so humiliating. One morning, after trying to hide the redness with make-up and lies, she decided enough was enough.
She had never needed much sleep anyway.