Disclaimer: Oh, to own FFVII, I'd be a happy girl, but since I don't, I'll remain content
Conflicted
Her fingers were translucent, but pure, gliding along the smooth yellow of the petals.
Her hands were naïve, but experienced, grazing through the thick blades of grass.
Her eyes were soft like summer rain, but her gaze was as piercing as an emeralds', looking around at what her church had become.
Her hair was delicate like the sound of violins, but burned like sienna fire, swaying soothingly in the riotous winds.
She was so conflicting in everything she was
But she looked so simple now.
Finally understanding what it was like to heal.