Zack's clear blue eyes were staring at the sky above, life leaving his body as each second clicked on by and yet; he kept his sight focused on the sky. The wind blew and he swore that he heard her voice—the voice of an angel. Calling him awake from the darkness, spilling light onto his dying body, giving him salvation and peace; even now Zack could see her curiously green eyes staring down at his own blue ones. That day, all those years ago, was the mark of a new man in Zack, a Zack in love. At the time he had not known just what the peculiar flower girl meant to him, but soon, it dawned on him what it was. She changed him by just being herself, comforting him in his time of need, smiling and laughing with him—loving him. It was her love, in the end, that drove him to find her, to show her the sky.
She was afraid of the sky, wasn't she? But not when she looked in his eyes, no, she wasn't scared then. Maybe…if he lived long enough, he could have taken away all her fear. Strike them down one by one, and all he would ask in return if just for her to be there. Her presence was enough for him to be happy. Meeting her was a gift from the planet, the Cetra themselves. If he could, Zack would chuckle because the enigmatic girl herself was a Cetra.
His life was a gift, Zack concluded with a firm nod. Knowing the girl, having heard her laugh, seen her smile, watch her take care of her flowers—that was the gift. Being there for her, feeling her comfort—her love, was enough. Now it's Cloud's job to protect her, to be there for her and strike down her fear. Though he truly wishes it was him and not Cloud, as long as she was happy and protected it mattered not to him. That smile…her smile was what mattered. And her flowers. She would go insane in that church without her precious flowers. In a way, she herself was a flower. Always blooming and making him smile, she was his flower. And always will be.
It was time for Zack to go, to fly in the sky that the girl was always so scared of. Not anymore, hopefully, she shouldn't be scared. It's open, and welcoming. As the hand a familiar face he once mourned for came down to get him, his arm automatically reached up. When it was her turn to come into the sky, he'd be there for her, ready to strike down her fear. Guide her safely so she wouldn't be scared. His flower will bloom into the sky and her love will be felt by all who looked up at it.
Aerith won't be afraid of the sky, not if he's there to rid her of her fears.
A/N: A quick drabble for my always and forever OTP: Zearith. This is one of the most heartbreaking ships I swear.