Flash Cg Ff7 - Tifa -20 Years Old- English Translation Page

“We’re closed for another— oh.”

She rolls up her left sleeve. A faint, silvery scar runs from her elbow to her wrist—not from combat, but from holding onto Cloud as he fell into the Planet’s core. She traces it with her right thumb.

She stands by the back window, her back to the room. She’s wearing a simple white tank top and dark cargo pants—practical, not her usual fighting gear. Her long black hair is tied in a loose, low ponytail that rests between her shoulder blades.

Tifa’s expression changes instantly. The grief folds away, hidden behind a warm, practiced smile. She turns. Flash CG FF7 - Tifa -20 years old- english translation

Tifa lifts a chipped ceramic mug to her lips. She doesn't drink. She just holds it there, staring at the unfinished housing complex across the street. A child's bicycle lies abandoned in a patch of dirt.

It’s not a customer. It’s Marlene, age 8, holding a handful of wildflowers that look like blue feathergrass.

The bar is quiet. A repaired neon sign hums softly, casting a faint cobalt glow onto the muddy street. The sky is a bruised purple-orange, the permanent scar of the Meteor crisis still visible in the strange sunset. “We’re closed for another— oh

“I’m twenty years old. Some nights, I still dream I’m seventeen, watching my hometown burn. Other nights, I dream of a future where he comes home and stays.”

She stands and puts the flowers in a rinsed-out juice jar. She sets it next to the photo of the crew.

Tifa moves behind the counter. She pulls out ingredients—fresh vegetables, a knife. Her hands move with surgical precision, but her eyes drift to the window one last time. She stands by the back window, her back to the room

SEVENTH HEAVEN

“For the counter. Denzel said it looks sad.”