The sun was setting as the night was becoming ever more apparent. Tifa had finished washing her dishes in the quiet of the piano music softly playing on her stereo. The soap bubbles popped and the water wrinkled her hands as the faucet was turned on and soon turned off. Dishes were done, teeth were brushed, pajamas had been had, the beautiful woman laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. She had been debating angrily with herself all day, coming to the conclusion that she was simply put a wimp, but she then shook her head and turned over. Her cheek hit the pillow to her side, yet just as she thought her night would become a relaxing one, a knot in her stomach twisted when her eyes fell upon her dresser. Atop the mahogany top sat a decorative bag, thin sheets of color from the paper mache inside of the bag pouring out slightly, but tied together by a pretty pink ribbon. The string handles on the bag had a note attached to them, spelling out “Lightning” in the cursive Tifa grew up writing.
Her brunette hair whipped across as Tifa turned her face to the other direction, closing her eyes and digging her face further into the sheets and wrapping her arms around them like she was hugging another human body. The young woman had been getting that present ready for a few days before Light’s birthday, but the fight they had ensnared themselves in completely ruined the moment she was going to give it to her girlfriend. In fact, Tifa didn’t even see Light on the day of her birthday, which would have been less disappointing had she not found out from Light herself that her birthday ended up being a lonely one. During Spring Fling, the two ran into each other and attempted to talk things out, but when Light revealed this horrible information she simply got up and walked out. The brunette was too heart broken by her spoken words to even run after her, only hanging her head and reveling in what had just happened.
All alone… Tifa half opened her eyes, greeting the white sheets covering her face and sighing. She got up and sat on the edge of her bed, her knees bent to touch her face and she leaned forward and stared at the present she made. If I had known… I would have gone running. The woman had wanted to say to Lightning. She wished she had run after her during the Spring Fling, but there was no use in wondering the what ifs or could haves. She continued to stare at the present, moving her hand under one of the pillows so she could reach her phone. There was no blinking lights, no noises coming from it, and Tifa knew it meant nobody had called her or messaged her. It was still early in the evening, only 8 pm, and besides the many texts Aerith and she had been exchanging, there was nothing else. Nighttime was getting closer to darkness, and even more stars were appearing as the night went on. She had to make a decision, and soon. Too late would be too late, no matter by how many minutes. Minutes could turn into hours, and hours could turn into midnight if she wasn’t careful. Tifa had to dial right now. As her fingertips gently pressed the buttons, she failed to press the last 2, and groaned while pressing her forehead to her knees.
This was so odd, she had never had a fight like this that was so passive before. It normally was that Tifa was extremely direct with the problem at hand, usually never having to deal with things like her inner feelings. The beautiful brunette was a strong and confident woman, but when it came to her own internal feelings it was like they were an enigma, even to herself. The thought occurring to her she might have to talk about her own feelings while not drunk almost scared her out of finishing the number on the phone, but not entirely as she pressed the send button and heard the noise on the other end of the receiver. It as ringing.