a/n: Another fic written in fifteen minutes! Spoilers for the events that occur in the Forgotten City... Hopefully, most of you know what I'm talking about, because I really can't make it any clearer. If I did, I would have to put a spoiler warning on my author's notes...
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, and no copyright infringement was intended. I'm not making any profit off of this, if you need clarification. I mean, I wish I were... but. Nope.
Aeris was the one who opened him up again. With her gentle teasing and her quick smile, she clawed him open, until he felt like an open wound, like a patch of itching skin: raw and exposed and relieved. She would kiss him until his lips were swollen, hold him close during the night, when the sky above them seemed like it wanted to swallow them. They'd watch the stars together and talk about anything at all, anything besides the past. Flowers and love and the voices she heard. The mako glow of his eyes. Anything, as long as it distracted from the unhealed wounds.
It only made sense she had his heart. She taught him how to love and laugh again, and she dragged him back from the brink of insanity. When she wrapped her arms around him, her body pressed to his, he could hear two hearts, beating in unison: her own and his, which was as good as her own.
When he told her this, she kissed him on the cheek and called him silly.
The next morning, she held his hand in hers and squeezed. She said that she only had one thing to offer; anyway, the only thing worth a heart was a heart, right?
(and later, when blood blossomed around her like a flower, he screamed and screamed because neither of his hearts were beating anymore)
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