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G. - Garden
There was one picture of her in his head that he could never forget (not that he wanted to, anyway); Aerith, sitting lonely, but peacefully in her little garden of flowers in the church, her eyes closed. Her pale skin seemed to glisten almost unnaturally in the moonlight that illuminated the deserted place, and her light blue dress that seemed to hug her body made her look even more pretty than normally (which meant a lot, considering this was Aerith he was talking about).
Some strands of hair that escaped the long braid, were hanging loosely around her delicate face. When she moved a little, they would bounce slightly up and down, probably tickling her in the process. Every now and then, she brushed them aside, but they returned to their place again, as though they were obsessed with her skin and wanted to touch it no matter what. This sight took his breath away and made him forget how to talk or even walk.
At that moment, Zack wished that he could be one of those curly strands of hair that carressed her face. It truly felt as if that was the first time he actually saw Aerith, paid attention to all the little details that made her so beautiful. Zack came soon to the conclusion that Aerith was definitely, without a doubt, the most beautiful and rare flower in that garden.
He had stood there for some time, until Aerith had opened her eyes and turned around. She had smiled sweetly at him and that had broken Zack free from his trance.
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