The church was quiet that day, no one had come to buy any flowers, and no word of Zach. She could feel an unspeakable pain in her heart, but she wouldn't lose hope of him. In her small hands she held a white Lilly, twirling it around between her thumb and index fingers. As she softly leaned in to smell the flower, suddenly the large oak doors swung open. Her emerald eyes lifted up half curious as a well dressed man approached, his face was stoic. When she was able to discern the figure coming towards her a little part of her flinched.
"Aerith," It was Tseng. He swallowed before beginning what he knew would be a hard matter to discuss. "Zach was injured in combat."
The young adult gasped clasping her hands at her heart and then ran to his side with a pleading look.
"Is.., he going to be okay...?"
The elite Turk shook his head closing his eyes as the girl began to sob tears onto his tuxedo. It was brief, but it was what had needed to be said. He wasn't a man whom was all that soft, though being out of eye-shot from his underlings allowed him to offer a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. Just then the subtle melody of his phone sent him a few steps away, leaving his back to Aerith. Listening intently to the person on the other line Tseng grit his teeth for the moment. This didn't sound good, in no way shape or form..
"Understood" Showing himself again the cellular device was shut.