A flower gentile floated down and landed without a sound. Giant brown shoes, clicked on the hard stone ground as she gathered roses.
"Aeris..." You mutter to yourself as you listen to her humming a long forgoten tune of yours. Her feet shuffled infront, threatening to move. Before you know what you were doing, your arms began pumping as you rushed out towards her, grabbing her foor as it sored skywards.
"Come on Aeris" A voice boomed,
"Yuffie? Tifa?" You cred out, sure that your balance wouldn't hold. You looked up at the pink fabric above you, a last hope? You launch into the air, the long strand on skirt taunted you in the wind as your hand stretched out, desperate and willing. Blood pumped, fear rose, time itself came to a crawl as it watched in fear. Another rose fell blistfully down on the ground, without a sound...
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