[ That he died at all is a tragedy to her. That he was likely little more than another SOLDIER to fall in line hurts even more. Even now, Shinra has been robbing her more and more of those she cares for: of loved ones and a future that could have given her so much happiness... From time to time, a feeling haunts her, like a ghost, sticking to her brain and her bones and her spirit and telling her the die has been cast a long, long time ago.
Aerith squeezes her eyes shut and does not respond, but she knows he's wrong. Those letters never left her: the fact they were never replied to, or possibly even read stays with her every day. They haunt Aerith more fiercely than any demon ever could.
A part of her is morbidly curious, wants to know the depth of Zack's last moments, wants to know what it all looked like, just like she knew her mother's. It's harder with him, however; there's no ghostly apparition guiding her, no goodbye, nothing. He was there one day, and gone the next.
What if...? That hadn't been the plan? She wonders, and as she opens her eyes to look back at him, she doesn't bother hiding the way her gaze lingers not on him, but on a memory. That cart... they had a lot of fun that day. Zack would have been proud to see it— her flower shop. ]
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Aerith squeezes her eyes shut and does not respond, but she knows he's wrong. Those letters never left her: the fact they were never replied to, or possibly even read stays with her every day. They haunt Aerith more fiercely than any demon ever could.
A part of her is morbidly curious, wants to know the depth of Zack's last moments, wants to know what it all looked like, just like she knew her mother's. It's harder with him, however; there's no ghostly apparition guiding her, no goodbye, nothing. He was there one day, and gone the next.
What if...? That hadn't been the plan? She wonders, and as she opens her eyes to look back at him, she doesn't bother hiding the way her gaze lingers not on him, but on a memory. That cart... they had a lot of fun that day. Zack would have been proud to see it— her flower shop. ]