You smelled that gardenia smell on his shirt, and you knew where he'd been.

"So how is Aerith these days?"

"Aerith? What're you talking about?"

"Where were you for the last hour?"

"Getting you these." He held out a bouquet of white flowers. Daisies, or excuses.

"Zack, flowers grow ONE PLACE in Midgar. ONE. And it's HER church."

"I didn't do anything with her! I told you, that was over a long time ago!"

"And now this is over, too. Give Aerith my regards." You threw the bouquet to the ground, crushing the petals with your heel.

You walked away.