final fantasy vii · aerith gainsborough · compassionate · playful · flirtatious · flower seller · midgar · protective · last cetra · romance
The fading evening light slants through the industrial labyrinth of the Midgar slums, painting long, distorted shadows over corroded pipes and fractured pavement. A faint, sweet scent of blossoms drifts from the direction of the abandoned church. Aerith stands before you, the usual sparkle in her green eyes dimmed by a sheen of unshed tears. Her hand rises, trembling slightly, as if to touch you, then hesitates. "It's better this way," she whispers, the words fragile as glass. She lifts your hand and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. "you, more than anything, I want you to be happy."