Sorry this chapters short, but my computers freaking out so I can only type for a little while before it starts lagging. Thank you guys so much for the reviews! They got me writing this again! Thank youuuu

Zack blinked.

Aerith had her hands pressed to his chest, her hips grating against his groin. Her head was thrown back in an act of pleasure, eyes tightly closed as she gyrated against him. She was moaning wantonly as she moved against him, and Zack had no time to question it. He reacted, moving his hand to her breast, his hips matching the rhythm of hers. He wasn't about to complain about a beautiful girl on top of him.

"Is this what you – ah – want" He choked out between breaths. "With me?"

Aerith slowed, turning her head downward to meet his gaze. He noticed that her usually dark hair had unnatural blond streaks in it, her eyes framed by dusty makeup, lashes dark and clumped. She smiled, ever so slightly, before replying. "You ruined me, Zack."

His mouth fell open. "What?"

She stuck her bottom lip out, as if pouting. "I could have had a happy life," She ran a light hand over his chest, "But . . . you ripped that from me when you tricked me into falling in love with you."

She pressed harder into his pecks, "Now I'm trapped with a monster."

Her nails dug into his skin, but Zack was too stunned to even notice. "I did this to you?"

She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and continued to run a red line across him. Her plump lips were the same color as his blood. "I just wanted to impress you, and keep you happy But . . ." She turned away, letting her voice dissolve into the surreal atmosphere.

"But what? What happened?"

She spun back, her expression severe, "I gave you everything I had. I loved you." She spat, "and you forgot about me."

"No." he agrued, "No! I would never leave you!"

"But Zack," She started, her eyes shrouded by damp lashes, her voice meloncholy. "You are SOLDIER . . . It is your destiny to leave those you love."

He knew that she was right. He knew it, in his heart and soul he knew this from the beginning. There was such a huge chance that he would perish, why would he think that dragging someone else into it would do any good. How could he do this to her. He loved her.

"Zack?" The room began to blur around him. "Zack, are you awake?"

He opened his eyes, squinting at the bright of her room. "huh? Aerith?"

Aerith was hurriedly moving around her room. A hair elastic rested between her teeth as she grabbed her thick mane into a ponytail, hopping on one foot to try to put on her shoe.

"Whats going on?" He asked, his body tense. "Is everything okay?" He was on his feet before she noticed, his shirt already halfway on his body.

"My mother is home!" She whispered fiercely, "I already had to fight her off once and shes bound to come barreling in ay any moment. Please, you have to go!" Aerith was already pushing him towards the window before she even finished her sentence, her hands grabbing into his collar to throw him out.

"Why didn't I wake up earlier?" Zack asked, genuinely concerned. "I shouldn't have even fallen asleep to begin with."

"I don't know, but I nearly suffocated with your heavy arm on me all night. I almost passed out trying to wrench it off me! No just go! Go go go go!" She was trying to shove him out, but he was too deep in thought to even pretend to be nudged by her.

"No this is serious. I should have been awake the second I sensed movement . . ."

"I dont know, you were tired! Just – you have to go!" Aerith was desparely trying to get him outside so that she could close her window, but he refused to go at anything but his own pace. The second he passed the threshhold she wrenched the window closed.

He pressed his face to the glass, looking pathetic as she motion out her window to the left. 'Garden' she mouthed, 'be there in' she finished, holding up all ten fingers.

Aerith turned around, not even taking a moment to collect her thoughts before kicking the gauze and disinfectant from the night before under her unkempt bed, noticing the blood that stained her sheets. She quickly threw the blanket up, halfway making the bed before turning just in time to come face to face with her opening door.

"Mother?" Aerith asked, trying to force her way out of her room before her mom could enter.

"Oh sweetie your all ready," Elmyra started, meeting Aerith at the door, "I'm sorry about coming in so late last night. We got to talking and . . . well you know how it goes."

"That's great mom. Umm, I have to go though." She replied, hurredly making her way past her mom and into the hallway. "I'm meeting a friend."

"A friend?" Elmyra questioned, turning a concered eye on her daughter.

"Yeah, I'll be back later. Love you, see you."