Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, or Cloud and Aerith.
Beauty
Sometimes, he couldn't help but stare. Everything she did was filled with such grace and beauty. She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful.
(The way she walked, her braid bouncing with every step.)
(Her smile. There was no proper way to describe it, other than it gave him hope.)
(Even the way she ate. Small even bites.)
(Her green orbs. The way the sparkled, when she smiled)
She did everything with beauty. Even if she couldn't see it, or the rest of their group never noticed. He did. He made sure he did. Such a beautiful person she was.
"Cloud – what are you staring at?" She gave him a questioning glance, once she finally noticed him staring.
"I, uh-" He muttered, snapping out of his of his thoughts. "N-nothing."
"Hmmm." She stepped closer. "You don't look so sure."
He knew there was no way; she'd give up until she had her answer. So, he'd just have to make something up.
"You." What? NO! That isn't what he meant to say. His checks quickly flushed a bright red.
Aerith, let out a small giggle. "Oh, Cloud. You know, you're quite handsome when you get embarrassed."