EDITED: I was too preoccupied with keeping up with my muse that I had landed you into a mess of 5 poorly written chapters. I kinda got the idea from a manga my sister bought, sarasah, it's good! But like I was so mad at the author I decided to write my own. I hope this edited version would make up for my sins. I read the uploaded version on my fanfiction app on the go and was disgusted by the lack of concern for grammar. I seek your forgiveness! Here's the edited version. I hope I didn't leave any unedited grammar errors or spelling errors.
For those who are keeping tab on "Take Me With You", I'll be updating it concurrent with this story. I won't give up on it! I have another muse for it, working me to my bones.
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To The Crossroads Of Fate: Prologue
"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."
― Sarah Dessen
I love Cloud Strife. I have been in love with him since I first laid eyes on him two years ago, a moment I relive every day.
I was a mere junior with little presence, especially so during lunch time in a canteen where seniors looked quite belligerent. Yet when I saw him, I knew he was different… I could feel our inextricable link even though we were strangers. His face burnt into my memory, my heart.
I was captured.
He was not the best looking guy around, neither was he tall; but his toned arms, sharp features and svelte figure were the most beautiful sight I ever witnessed. I worshipped him like a sunflower reaching for the sun, like a lost soul drawn to my oasis.
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
― Pablo Neruda
That is why I decided to confess after two suffocating years. I will lay out all my chips.
I waited by the lockers as he sauntered past with a melange of other students, his pale blonde hair waxed into spikes that strangely contrasts his gentle nature, his eyes an intense blue. I could spot him with a single glance.
"Hey." I mustered just enough courage for a soft greeting, after unceremoniously blocking his path.
Cloud turned his head over to me, and leaned against his shoulder. Our eyes locked for a split second before he cringed and looked away.
"What?" He seemed strangely irate.
"Hi… you might not know me, I'm Tifa Lockheart, a year younger than you. I'm from the arts." I could hear my voice trembling, the closeness between us lit my cheeks on fire, parched my lips and sent my head spinning.
"Okay." He rolled his eyes. "So what business has Ms Artsy with me?"
I froze, sensing a streak of vitriolity in his tone… am I imagining it? Even so, I have to tell him my feelings!
"I… I've been in love with you since I first set eyes on you two years ago!" My mind blanked out as a maelstrom of emotions hit me straight into my heart and it fluttered like a single butterfly in a storm.
Silence engulfed us , and he turned to his side, his brows furrowed and his lips pulled tight into a snarl. "You know what, bitch?" –Did he just use the word… "I've felt something for you these two years too."
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. He knew me?
He leaned down to me, his face inches from mine. "But it is hate. Pure, unadulterated hatred. I loathe you." As he spoke, I could feel his hatred as if it dissipated into his breath as he mouthed those words that shattered me from deep within.
I couldn't believe what I've heard. Even though I wished so –badly- to talk to him or have the slightest contact with him, I didn't … I've heard of 'Love at first sight', but was there 'hate at first sight' too?
"B-But why would you hate me? I haven't done anything!"
He rolled his eyes and let off a tetchy sigh. "Whenever I see you, all I feel is anger, bitch." He took a deep breath. "And I don't know why, but seeing you even through the corner of my eyes is enough to put me in a fucking bad mood."
I could only seek refuge in silence as I pray that his murderous words would stop and allow time for the gaping hole in my heart to close.
"Now that you've approached me, this is my limit. Talk to me again and I won't be able to control hitting your bitchy face. Just leave me alone, you hear?"
"But, I've been in love with you all this time!" I could feel tears spilling from my eyes as I begged for just a little cordiality from him.
"Hell with your love!" He spat.
And in a mere few minutes, I was thrown into hell, into the scorching heat of his hatred and into a black abyss as my heart rot.
"Where there is love there is life."
― Mahatma Gandhi
I could feel my life completely crushed under his words.
A/N: I sometimes feel my melodramatic tendencies overflow from my DNA into my writings... Well, I like it. If you can't stand it, you can try to ignore it, or just don't hate on me. Or I'll cry in my sleep.
Oh and I'm gonna use "xXx" to separate scenes.