Author's Note: This is dedicated to EtoileCyberPrima, a dear friend of mine who is an excellent writer on fanfiction. She's going through a rough time and I really hope everything gets better for you. Remember, I'm always here if you ever need help.
Normally I wouldn't write anymore for the FF7 fandom with Cloud/Aerith because I've been targeted by die hard Clotis in my old account. So please, criticise for my writing and not for my choice of couple.
Cloud lay across the dusty wooden floor of the church with a content smile on his face, one that was never visible for what felt like eons. This time, the smile didn't only spread to cause crinkles around his eyes but travelled through his circulation, enclosing into his heart and then the heart would beat this rapturous feeling around his body; melting this long lost happiness into his soul.
His turbulent blue eyes ,with a hint of ocean green, gazed up at the starry sky, that glowed like phosphorescent diamonds through the large opening of the roof. Translucent moonlight poured through that gap, gliding across the newly formed stream. It's finger-like rays caressed the ruffles of water, lending the glow over the gentle waves.
Cloud heaved himself up and stared at the stream. Yellow petals gleamed like gold in the moonlight while the white ones sparkled like silver. He sighed, reminiscing how a patch of green with Midgar's most beautiful flowers used to dwell on the very spot where the stream was.
She gave up her beloved flowers to cure the sorrow of the Planet. She was the hope in their cruel, tormented world that was sodden with the blood of the innocent. Before, he dearly wished that she could have been beside them during the baptism ceremony, laughing with joy at how the children played, scowling at Cid and Barret's inappropriate language and sharing smiles with Tifa.
However, Cloud now knew that Aerith was with them all along. It was until eternity seemed to have stopped for them both and all he could hear was the silent roaring laughter of children and splashing of water from afar. Aerith was walking away again and all he could do was stare after. Her footsteps, slow and elegant, echoed through the church but only he must have heard them.
It was not until she turned around; her eyes still the same emerald sheen that he remembered from a couple of years ago and he felt that she was alive again.
In that moment she finally granted him salvation.