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:Set Free:
By Syzeria

Preface

"They say giving false hope is misleading. But what is truly false about hope?"

Tifa thought she knew a lot about Cloud Strife. There were only the rare times he wasn't himself, when Tifa thought she was standing by a stranger. As in, his journey portraying his dead best friend, and while he had contracted Geostigma. Tifa had wanted to believe she did know him then, still, during those moments of their lives. Now, Tifa just hoped she had been right about him all along.

She had this yearning since last week for little reason. Nothing unusual had occurred lately, Cloud hadn't been acting strange. She just suddenly felt insecure, doubtful of all she had ever known, and light headed. Naturally, she told no one and kept to herself. Tifa wanted to be sure she really knew him. Only ... how could she find out?

She thought you'd have to come in contact with it to react. With a lot, too. So it caught her off guard, but Tifa thought perhaps the Planet was doing her a favor, making her auburn eyes shine impossibly and sucking some life out of her body. It scared her when her world flashed green, but she almost felt free as she fell onto the cold floor of her home.

Almost free.