Aerith sat at a table, idly flipping through a book and not really reading anything at all. She wasn't quite lost in her thoughts, but she wasn't quite staring off into space, either. She was listening. The rain, the sound of a distant clock, and the various other sounds within the bar filled her ears, but that wasn't what she wanted to hear.
However, the sound of footsteps invaded the constant sound she had become accustomed to, and it struck her as oddly familiar--again, not what she wanted to hear, but it caught her attention all the same. Only one person she knew sounded like that when they walked. She looked up before the door opened, a hesitantly hopeful feeling in her chest.
The name crossed her mind before she saw the person fully, and she was right.
"Vincent!" She jumped up and all but running to him. Then it occurred to her that he may not know about her resurrection, and she stopped a few feet away, hesitating. She didn't want to... well, frighten or startle didn't seem to fit (she almost laughed at the idea of scaring
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There was a pause. Not so much a surprised one, rather he took a moment to gaze at her in silence. Aerith... The flower girl who they had all come to care for, some more than others, in such little time that they had known her. She looked so young, but there was an edge of something at the corner of her eyes, the way she hesitated.
Any thought of her being a clone was torn from his mind. She felt so much like Aerith that it was hard to believe otherwise. This fantastical event, the raising of the dead in not a monstrous way but one that felt so relieving. Nevermind the possible outcomes, what it all meant. There was a time for those thoughts and now, as he looked upon her, was not it.
"Aerith." His voice was soft, as if he spoke too loudly she might utterly disappear from his vision.
"Hi, Vincent," she said lamely--what else was there to say? She mustered up a smile, but it was an honest one. She was happy to see him, but the shock was always something that alarmed her. It had happened a good number of times now, but she hadn't become used to it at all. And probably never would.
She shook her head at the whole situation, laughing a little. Again, she didn't know how to explain something she didn't even fully understand herself. "I... I don't know where to begin or what to say, really."
"It's all right," Vincent assured her with a nod of his head. She didn't have to say anything - what was there to say? He would be the same way. "I came to see if what Cloud said was true." He admitted, he had been disbelieving, but... Cloud had come so far that he knew it wasn't some disillusionment.
"How are you feeling?" he then questioned. Was it a natural process of the lifestream? (He doubted it). Did it revoke some sort of symptoms? Was there even a system to what the Planet was doing?
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However, the sound of footsteps invaded the constant sound she had become accustomed to, and it struck her as oddly familiar--again, not what she wanted to hear, but it caught her attention all the same. Only one person she knew sounded like that when they walked. She looked up before the door opened, a hesitantly hopeful feeling in her chest.
The name crossed her mind before she saw the person fully, and she was right.
"Vincent!" She jumped up and all but running to him. Then it occurred to her that he may not know about her resurrection, and she stopped a few feet away, hesitating. She didn't want to... well, frighten or startle didn't seem to fit (she almost laughed at the idea of scaring ( ... )
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Any thought of her being a clone was torn from his mind. She felt so much like Aerith that it was hard to believe otherwise. This fantastical event, the raising of the dead in not a monstrous way but one that felt so relieving. Nevermind the possible outcomes, what it all meant. There was a time for those thoughts and now, as he looked upon her, was not it.
"Aerith." His voice was soft, as if he spoke too loudly she might utterly disappear from his vision.
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She shook her head at the whole situation, laughing a little. Again, she didn't know how to explain something she didn't even fully understand herself. "I... I don't know where to begin or what to say, really."
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"How are you feeling?" he then questioned. Was it a natural process of the lifestream? (He doubted it). Did it revoke some sort of symptoms? Was there even a system to what the Planet was doing?
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