A/N: Thanks for clicking! This is where I'm gonna house my oneshots or drabbles for FFVII. This first one is from Cloud's point of view, set after Advent Children. Let me know how you liked it.
Flowers
"Aerith wouldn't want that."
I've heard those words so many times in the past three years. Ever since we were seperated in the Forgotten City and I watched her sink out of sight, people have told me what she would have wanted and what she wouldn't have. That she wouldn't want me to be miserable, that she would have wanted me to move on with my life, that she wouldn't want me to be alone. Sometimes I wonder how they know what Aerith would want. I could never tell. It was difficult for me to read her, because she always seemed so optimistic. The only time I ever saw her falter was in Cosmo Canyon when we were all sitting around the bonfire. The next day she was back to her usual self. But I always wondered how she really felt. What would Aerith really want?
She turned from the sunset to face me, flowers swaying at her feet.
"What's wrong, Cloud?"
"Do you want me to…" I hesitated, searching for the right words. "Do you want me to move on?"
She looked surprised, but walked towards me and sat by my side.
"Cloud, it isn't my decision." Her hair danced in the breeze. "But I'll always be waiting here. You know you can come here anytime."
"I know." I turned to look at her. "But what do you want? Honestly?"
Aerith smiled.
"I want you to be happy."
"I am happy." I told her, turning back to the horizon. Flowers stretched on for miles in front of us.