Well, I got this idea on the school bus today while looking at the abandoned church that's right next to my neighborhood. I think of Aerith every time I see it.
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The two walked through the slums of Midgar, talking about anything that came to mind. The just kept their walk going, until they wound up in the Sector 5 slums. One of them, a woman, ran to the dilapidated church standing proudly in the middle of the sector. She placed her hand on the stone wall, and looked up at it longingly.
"Aerith?" Her companion questioned her.
She seemed to snap out of her trance, and turned to him.
"It's nothing, Cloud," Aerith assured him.
He turned to walk away when she started to speak again.
"It's just… I feel like I won't see this place again," She confided.
Cloud gave a slight grin, and walked over to her. "You know what I think, Aerith?"
She looked up at him. "No, what do you think?" She teased.
"I think that even death couldn't stop you from coming back to your church," Cloud answered. "You love it too much to not come back."
They started walking away from the church, and Aerith looked at him.
"You really think so?
"Yeah, I have no doubt about it."
"I'm going to hold you to that."
He smiled, "Don't worry, you won't die anytime soon."
I'll make sure of it.
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So, this is obviously before she dies, and the whole death thing was sort of a "cough cough" sort of thing. XD
Well, I said it was short; this is only one page on my computer. And yet, I feel it's better than Mistletoe. I hopefully will have another fic up soon, I know we can beat the CloTis!