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

“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.”

The camera pans slowly across polished glasses, a clean counter, and a framed photo of the old crew at Costa del Sol. Dust motes dance in the last sliver of daylight.

A quick, stuttering flash of green light—Mako green—flickers in her left eye. Just for a frame. Then it’s gone.

She looks at Marlene, who is now climbing onto a barstool, swinging her legs. Flash CG FF7 - Tifa -20 years old- english translation

She’s 20 years old. The softness of her teenage face is gone, replaced by a sharp, quiet strength. But her eyes… her eyes hold a weariness that doesn’t belong to someone so young.

“She is not waiting for a hero. She is building a home.”

“Starving.”

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 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. “I’m twenty years old

Tifa’s expression changes instantly. The grief folds away, hidden behind a warm, practiced smile. She turns.

Tifa’s hand adjusting the jar. The scar catches the light.

Through the window, a lone figure in black walks down the dusty road. He stops. He doesn’t look back. But he stops. Dust motes dance in the last sliver of daylight