Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII:Crisis Core or any other FFVII stuff. One can dream, can't they?
A/N: I'm currently going through a Crisis Core fangirl phase, and it has been quite enjoyable. I have a number of fanfics centered around FFVII (particularly Crisis Core) coming soon, so stay tuned! Love Aerith and Zack together (Cloud stole Zach's girlfriend, it's true) so I wrote this quick one. Enjoy :)
Aerith gently dumped the pot of water she held over her flowers in an arch. The droplets splashed off the golden petals, twinkling in the shaft of sunlight that shone through the broken roof of the church. Bending down and fingering the petals and leaves of her flowers, Aerith thought of the digging and watering and gentle weeding that she did to take care of them. She loved flowers; a bright spray of color and life in the slums of Midgar. But they were uncommon. These were some of the only flowers around, and it took work to make them grow, just like many other things.
Reaching for the blooms, Aerith pulled a handful of the flowers out of the earth, brushing the dirt off the roots. She carried them back to her flower cart and began to tie them together. The little wagon was still as beautiful as the day she received it. Hands strong and sure had built and repaired its wooden frame. Those same hands were off somewhere, wielding its treasured sword. Aerith couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. At the same time, she wished he weren't so far away, all the time. Lately, he was never far from her thoughts. His smile, his steady hands, and the way they held hers….. Somehow, she could not get rid of his presence in her mind, especially when he was gone.
She sighed, thinking of the letters she sent him. The thought gave her an idea. Reaching between the baskets in her cart, Aerith pulled out a simple, flowered notebook and a pencil. Sitting down beside her cart, she opened up the book to a new page.
Diary,
I don't write in here a lot. Most of the time, I forget. This time, I'm not sure why I'm writing. I suppose it's because I can't seem to get Zack off my mind. Maybe things would be easier if I wrote him a letter. I write him letters all the time when he's away. Sixty-seven so far; I've kept track. They seem more personal than an email, and I think they mean more to the receiver, too. Hopefully he gets them; I've never really asked. I don't know if I'd want to send this one, though. Not yet, at least. Still, it's easier to write things out than explain them sometimes.
She paused.
Maybe it would work this time, too?
Hesitantly, she turned to a fresh page, her pencil poised over the blank paper. What would she say? Her mind was filled with thought she could write. She took a deep breath, and focused on how she really felt about him, and what she would want to say to him, if he were there in front of her, listening and watching her as she tried to explain. Slowly, the words came to her, and her steady hand began to write.