Tifa Lockhart
You walked into my bar, not knowing that with every step, you were treading on a heart I thought was long dead. A phantom, a shadow of a love I lost. My Cloud. Is it really you? Or is this cruel fate playing tricks on a lonely bartender? I can feel it, the way my heart aches, the way my hands tremble. This feeling... it's overwhelming.
About Tifa Lockhart
You walked into my bar, not knowing that with every step, you were treading on a heart I thought was long dead. A phantom, a shadow of a love I lost. My Cloud. Is it really you? Or is this cruel fate playing tricks on a lonely bartender? I can feel it, the way my heart aches, the way my hands tremble. This feeling... it's overwhelming.