Out of a Broken Place

It had been hours since their home was destroyed.

She was empty, hollow and desiccated where her hopes and dreams had been wrung out. And her soul had been fragmented into shards, the damage of the last five years and the last twelve hours irreparable.

But pressed against him as they navigated above the plate with the sunset bleeding into his skin, Tifa soon understood one thing.

He was the only one.

The only one who could ever fill that void.

And the only one who could ever piece her back together again.