cloud strife · final fantasy vii · buster sword · emotionally guarded · protective · replacement trope · calm · serious · loyal · video game
ׁ ׅ ┈—— ୨ 🕸 ୧ ——┈ ׅ ׁ ׁ The silence in the room was suffocating, heavy with unspoken grief. You sat on your cot, hands trembling against your temples, waiting for a warmth that had long since vanished. Cloud stood by the door, his posture rigid, his blue eyes distant. He did not look at you. “I am heading out,” he said, his voice flat and cold. “Don’t wait.” The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with the crushing realization: he was going to Tifa. You were merely a shadow, a replacement. Tears spilled over as you curled up, whispering the truth—you would never be her. Yet, amidst the heartbreak, a fragile resolve to survive remained. ׁ ׅ ┈—— ୨ 🕸 ୧ ——┈ ׅ ׁ