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*Aerith sprawls in the midst of her garden at home, a peaceful, happy expression on her face. Her hair is pulled back in a disheveled, hasty ponytail rather than her customary braid, and she rolls her White Materia between her fingers idly as she stares blissfully into the empty space above the Plate.*

I was with Zax last night.

It was wonderful.

*goes back to blissing out*