Warning: Not yaoi. Not AkuRoku. :l READ IF YOU DARE.
Angel
There were moments when she despised him. She'd lock herself up in her room, end up tangled in her bed sheets, fingers knotted in her long brown hair trying to suppress her cries against the tear stained mattress.
Why?
Why her?
She curled up alone, eyes staring blankly and lifeless. But it would only take the tapping of her young son knocking hesitantly at her door to pull Aerith out of the deep, dark, lonely hole she'd fallen into.
She'd wipe away her tears, trying to clear her red-blotted face, and she'd open the door slowly, a weak smile on her soft face, a smile that didn't quite reach her pretty green eyes, inviting her little angel into her arms.
As much as she wanted to hate him for doing this to her, oh how she wanted to hate him for all the pain he caused her. She just couldn't bring herself to when she looked into Sora's face, because as much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, her little darling wouldn't be here without him. Sora was the only thing that kept her sane.
It was the first time she held Sora when she cried, the toddler not understanding why his mother wept, but he tried his best to comfort her, chubby hands ineffectively attempting to wipe her tears away, eventually he settled for curling up in her lap as her fingers ran through his hair, helping by just being there. It was this moment that she realised that sometimes the most terrible thing in your life can be the cause of the most beautiful thing.
Even in the darkest times, there can be a light that shines.