Pairing: Rude/Tifa Lockhart
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: #24- Framed- Gamma
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, just the situation.
She knew he didn’t do it- perhaps they all did. Still, it was hard to prove someone who tortured and killed for a living didn’t kill someone. She knew though he hadn’t done it- and if the word of a lover was enough she would be able to prove it, but no such word was ever accepted in a world like their’s.
Whoever it was had done a good job of making it look like him- though she supposed any stronger person could have done it. It was so much easier to believe a Turk did it though, wasn’t it? That a Turk had taken the life from someone, had drawn their last breath from their body. Why not blame them? They always seemed to get the short end of the stick.
He hated when she came to visit him, not because he didn’t like her company (anyone who knew him could tell you that the most important thing in the world to him was her) but he hated her seeing him like that, caged, trapped. He hated the barely concealed tears in her eyes, the way she forced herself to smile.
She would tell him everything was fine, relay little stories about her day and how everyone was doing. (She would never tell him anything bad though, probably for fear that it would only make him feel more horrible about being in there, not that he didn’t already feel like his heart was being torn from his chest.)
Every time she came and spoke to him he would close his eyes and savor her voice, picture the things she was talking about. He would smile when she would talk about their daughter, young and curious, inquisitive as to where her father was, and he felt himself breaking apart when she explained to him that she didn’t know what to say. How do you explain this to your child? What do you tell them when they ask when their father was coming home?
They would only let her visit him for a certain amount of time- after that it was considered inhumane- for her and not for him, but still it was to him. So she had forced that smile of hers, told him she loved him and she always would, and they shared their final kiss.
Everyone would ask her at the funeral if his lips felt cold even then.