She sat up gasping, pushing the damp covers aside. Literally drenched in sweat, she screamed in frustration. Sobbing, she buried her face in her pillow, raining blows onto her feather mattress.

"No! No! Leave me alone! Why can’t you just leave me alone, dammit!?" she half sobbed-half screamed into her bed.

She would get no more sleep tonight, just like the last two weeks. Already, dark bags had formed under her eyes, and her eyes were bloodshot. Despite the largest dose of sleeping pills she dared take, he’d woken her up again. Dammit.

He’d died two years ago, and STILL he haunted her in the night. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone…?

Alternately screaming and sobbing until her voice was hoarse and gone, Tifa Lockheart screamed, pleaded, sobbed, and cursed at the man she’d loved. She’d torn her heart out and handed it to him on a silver platter, and Cloud Strife hadn’t lived long enough to see it.