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Chapter VI Tifa waited a moment. The soft gentle purr of Rufus' breath against her nape, hissing until it became a more audible snore. She could feel his chest expand and relax. She laid still like that listening to the sound of his beating heart and the sound of her unrelenting thoughts. She knew she was weak. Too weak to kill. She didn't have it in her. She wasn't Cloud. She wasn't Barret. She could never kill. Rufus had his arms wrapped around her like a blanket and she felt warm and secure but at the same time, scared and alone. She had never been more alone. Tifa thought back to the when she came to Mt Nibel as a teenager. She was alo

Chapter Three Hermione was getting dressed on the fifteenth day. She was putting on her blouse in front of the mirror. Her clothes seemed much baggier than before and her face had got noticeably thin. Maybe I wasn't getting stronger. Maybe she really was losing weight. Of course, I didn't ask her about it. The relationship had warmed but was still tepid. We weren't ready for conversations yet. I waited for her to get dressed and then picked her up and carried her to the door. She was as light as a feather. Ginny was first to the office again, already hard at work sending off emails and working on an advertising campaign for the new Quiddit

Chapter Two The evening at home was the same as always. Silence. The loud clank of the fork hitting the plate. We could hear each other chewing and swallowing. Without Charlotte there, there was never any words exchanged, just sometimes a brief glance, usually with distain and then back to our meal - our disgusting, tasteless meal. This girl who I married - I didn't know her anymore. After the dinner, we passed in the hallway. We brushed past each other the same way you might do to strangers on the subway. We felt like strangers more and more every day. I went up to Charlotte's room that night. She was sound asleep. No doubt dreaming the mo

Carry Me I finished the first draft. I stared at the computer screen blankly, unable to fathom what I had actually written. I read it over once more, this time aloud. Dear Hermione Potter I am writing to you today with deep sorry and regret as I wish to terminate our marriage of ten years. It was a long and difficult decision and not one I've taken lightly. You can have half of the estate was well as half of all the money from our Quidditch business that we set up together. Please consider my offer. Yours Sincerely Harry Potter Finshing that last line almost gave me goosebumps. I never actually thought it would end, especially like this

Chapter II It was several hours later when Tifa finally woke up. Her eyelids blinked and fluttered as her vision slowly returned. The first thing she noticed was the warmth and the comfort of the double bed beneath her.  The second thing she noticed was her dry throat, she felt sick - the effects of the drug.  The third thing she noticed was how easily and freely she could move her arms and legs.  She hadn't been tied to the bed.  Tifa was surprised as most kidnapping victims were usually tied-up, blindfolded and gagged.  Tifa sat up a little and surveyed the room.  A small but beautifully decorated room.  The lights were dim, there was

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Final Fantasy VII a/n: thanks for choosing to read my story.  I hope you like it. DESPERATION Chapter I It had been a long day. Tifa held the tall glass between her fingers as she took a sip of the ice-cold martini.  Pursing her lips, she smiled and looked back at Barrett.  He was on his seventh beer of the evening and resting his machine gun arm on the bar table, he turned for a moment to look back at Tifa.  "It's been a long day?" he asked.  He took another gulp of beer, and another straight after before resting his glass down.  "Yeah, you could say that.  I kind of don't w

a/n: thanks for reading my story. hope you enjoy it. it's all from Hermione's point of view.  Please review and let me know what you think.  Thanks a lot!! xx THE DANCE  I looked at my watch.  It was ten past eight.  My date was late.  Really late.    I leaned up against the side of the door frame leading into a huge ballroom.  It was huge but it wasn't so glamorous.  It was just the gymnasium used by the local high school.  I was in the way as elegant couples brushed past me and made their way onto the dance floor.    The other ladies' dresses looked so spectacular.