[ A cacophony of thoughts echo in her mind. Stop this, stop crying. Just don't. He's right here. Don't you realize how lucky you are? Aren't you being selfish?
All she can do is bury her face in his chest, giving in to it all. Her fingers grip at the warmth of his fresh clothes. How could her father up and decide to leave her, yet again? How could Eustace decide to do that to Tifa...? To his friends?
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All she can do is bury her face in his chest, giving in to it all. Her fingers grip at the warmth of his fresh clothes. How could her father up and decide to leave her, yet again? How could Eustace decide to do that to Tifa...? To his friends?
None of this is fair.
None of this is just. ]