365 Hours with Rufus Shinra (FFVII: Rufus x OC)

15.2 damn you, self, for giving your fucking life, for the sake of his

HE WAS SLEEPING when she opened her eyes and looked down at him. She pressed a finger on the pulse of his wrist, making sure he was alive. He was. He was okay. Hannah's lips curled into a smile as she looked down at him. He was sleeping peacefully in her lap. His head rested on top of her forearm. The painkillers had barely worked on diminishing the pain in his broken leg and ribs. He must have been very exhausted to be able and sleep through that pain.

But he was okay. He was there with her now, and she didn't think about what was to come. Meteor must have been shaking the entire City already. The Turks were either going to find them or leave them there. She wasn't sure and she could tell Rufus wasn't sure either. But none of both seemed to care the least about being found.

All she cared about now was that he had told her he loved her. Oh Gaia, maybe she wasn't the only lovestruck fool in the room after all. She was glad, though. She was more than glad. She was happy and she didn't care if she would die now or later. She was holding him. She had been supporting his head on her forearm. His face, slightly buried in her shirt. Hannah pushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead and he started stirring slowly.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He felt her lips pressing a warm kiss on his forehead and he closed his eyes again, relishing in it. "How're you feeling?" Hannah asked as she pulled back to look down at him. Her hand found his face and cupped his cheek.

He did have a broken leg and a few broken ribs. The taste of blood was still in his mouth and his head ached, but he couldn't feel all these for a moment. It was easier to ignore them now that she was there. "I'm better,"

He did notice no one was there. No one had found them yet and Meteor was right above them. Midgar must've been getting destroyed. The emergency helicopters and vehicles and soldiers must have all left with the refugees. With the people that they had saved. Midgar must have been evacuated and it was just the two of them now, closest to Meteor. They would be the first to die.

And then, he just didn't want this to happen. For once in his life, he didn't want to let go of it. His life. The building shook, the lights flickered. Hannah's hands tightened around him, and his own fingers squeezed around her own. Hannah pressed her forehead against his and they both closed their eyes. The end was near. It was nearer than ever. Meteor was there. And these were just two people clutching onto each other, waiting for the end of the world.

She wished they had more time. She wanted to spend more time with him. He too wanted to do so much with her. Heck, maybe even settle down. Something he never thought he would do. Something he never thought was worth trying. Something she too never thought she would do.

"Is... no one going to find us?" Hannah asked shakily. She shut her eyes and buried her face in his neck. His fingers found her hair, caressing softly. She never knew it would end this way. She could've never imagined that she would never get the time. The chance to spend a beautiful future with someone. A tear of her own fell on his shirt. She tried to stop. She didn't want to die crying.

He pressed a kiss on her temple and his hand tightened around her. He hated himself because he was too weak. She was only there because of him. She could have easily slipped through the vents and leave this building, but she had stayed. She had insisted that she would stay with him and he was both grateful and terrified and guilty. He shouldn't have let her stay. He shouldn't have.

But they were going to die anyway.

Where are the Turks? He thought -for once in his life- desperate. He knew they were loyal to him, but he wouldn't be surprised if they had abandoned him. He hadn't treated them any better. "I'm sorry, Hannah," It was only a few times in his life that he had apologised.