III. hollow
When he was tipped of a Shinra executive order that Elmyra's home and the church would be invaded in search of the Cetra, it was agreed that it would be best for Aerith to stay with him a for a week.
"Your apartment is dignified and modern," she observed as they entered the impeccably clean unit. "Just like you."
"You can sleep in the bedroom," he offered avoiding her emerald eyes.
Tseng's mind raced; this was not the way he would have imagined how she would have spent her first night with him. He fumbled with the TV remote as he was on the couch, channel surfing for a distraction. He didn't get much sleep that week, and when he did his dreams were of Aerith calling his name.
When she left all that lingered was her floral scent on his sheets. And when her scent was gone the emptiness in the apartment echoed his heart.
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