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[kaiserknuckle.livejournal.com]

[ Stained glass creates colorful rainbows of patterns on the wooded floor, beams of sunlight streaming in through the holes in the roof. Despite the decrepit nature, the church is fairly well kept, clean and free of most forms of debris (though there are more than a few shattered wood beams and pews scattered here and there); the one thing that stands out the most being a large flower garden in the center of the main area.

It's a healthy garden, growing lush and vibrant, almost sticking out like a sore thumb in its surroundings.

And Tifa is there, kneeling next to it, looking for weeds and other things that might keep the garden from growing.

It helps her feel like Aerith is really still there.

She comes here, sometimes, to clear her head, to take a break. It really is a peaceful place in what's left of Sector Five, a small private world for those who remember the flower girl who used to come here. Sometimes Tifa thought about taking some of the flowers home with her, decorating the bar with them..

But she always ended up feeling as though they were better off here, hidden away, where only those who came looking for them and knew they were here could find them. ]

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my s's mysteriously vanished in that last sentence.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

[ She stops just in front of Tifa, pink dress and all, vivid and real -- as real as it gets in a dream, anyway. But despite her initial smile, confusion and doubt sneaks over her face again and she turns her head, taking in the state of the church before looking at her friend again. ]

Mm ... Tifa, what happened? What's going on? This isn't right.

all good!!

[kaiserknuckle.livejournal.com]

[ Tifa's answer is to rush forward and give her friend a big, tight hug, eyes squeezed shut. She wants to make sure you're really here -- that you're not some figment of her imagination. ] Aerith... I'm so sorry...

pretend that's not Zack lol

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

[ There's a moment of confusion before Aerith hugs tightly back -- even if nothing is making sense to her, she doesn't want Tifa to be upset. ] You're sorry? There's no way you could have made this great mess!

... And, you were taking care of the flowers, weren't you? [ It registers just now, Aerith looking at the garden in confusion. The tranquility hasn't changed, the flowers haven't ... so why does that seem strange when it's obvious everything else has gone off? ] Hm ... Thank you. I'm sure they're glad for the attention.