A/N : Drabble babble. I'd like to think of this as pro-Tifa and anti-Cloti, but I'll leave it up to interpretation. ;D
Disclaimer: I do not own FF7 -- yet.
Once upon a time, she believed in fairytales.
But not anymore.
She flexes her knuckles idly. When she looks up at him he cannot read her expression, and for that, she is grateful.
"You don't have to be such a hero," she says matter-of-factly. Her words are flat and unpracticed, and she is immediatly pleased with the way he looks taken aback, watching with a tight-lipped expression as unencumbered shock flashes across his azure gaze.
"I'm not trying to be a hero," he murmurs quietly in reply. Liar, liar, liar.
A curtain of inky tresses falls into her moonlight-pale face as she lowers her head. "No?" Her dark eyes shine with moisture as she looks away. "I think you are," she says softly, quietly. "It's my fault too. For a long time I wanted to be rescued, I realize that. But not anymore. You don't have to protect me all the time now. I can take care of myself. In fact, I hate it."
You're never there anyway.
Standing side by side, the distance between them had never been so stifling.