AN: *Rides in on motorbike. Crashes into wall. Gets up dusts off jeans, gets on hands and knees pleadingly* I'.SORRY!!! How long has it been since I updated this story, nearly 8 months?! Oh gosh I'm seriously sorry! School's started up again, so I guess that doesn't really help. I hope you guys still like the story though; it really means a lot to me that you reviewed!

I had a massive writers block on this story, but I got re-inspired by a few YouTube clips and Advent Children Complete.

So thank you to Ekhee, wesst1, chibipinkbunny, zackfairfan, floutistvivi, and Life'sAbitchAndThenYouDie

I hope this chapter is good, because I wasn't really happy with how it came out D:

Disclaimer: I own this glass of lemonade, this computer, this idea and that speck of dust over there, Square-Enix owns Final Fantasy VII.

Chapter Eight: Past Feelings

Aerith

My eyes slowly opened…only to close again when a blinding light stun them. Attempting to open them again I found the light more bearable. How long had I been asleep? As I sat up my world started to spin. My hand immediately went to my forehead in an attempt to ease the dizziness. It didn't work, and I found myself doubling over, my head nearly connecting with the floor.

I remembered one thing Zack taught me about dizziness and how to help it. I pulled my knees p and put my head between them. My arms wound around my legs feeling somewhat limp. What was I saying? My whole body felt a little limp. Like I was…before.

I remember how I felt after four years and not sign of Zack. I felt limp…almost dead. Whenever I woke up I felt this coldness surround my heart and soul, and no warmth from blankets or 'Good mornings' ever cured it. I would smile, but it always felt numb and false. The flowers had once felt so warm to me, so vibrant in colour, but then slowly they started to feel as though they were wilting. As if they were wilting my sadness…my feelings.

My greatest sadness would be shown through when I wrote the letter to Zack, unaware of his fate. I remember I wrote this one letter…

Zack,

I really wish you could be here right now because you'll be happy to know my flowers having been selling well, better than last week! The flowers in the church are growing so fast now, I don't know why.

I really miss you Zack. I know it's only been a week since you left but I missed you the hour you left. I look up at that hole in the roof and I smile. I think the flowers smile too, because they seem to always be looking up at the hole all day, or maybe it's just the sun. How have you been? Been anywhere interesting? I hope you can reply to this letter soon,

I really want to hear from you, I miss you so much. Please stay safe, I worry about you a lot too.

Love

Aerith

I remember thinking 'He'll come back…he'll be back soon, I know it!' I was hopeful back then, always optimistic, a lot more than I am now.

But then I wrote another letter…

Zack,

How are you? You didn't reply to my last letter or maybe you didn't receive it, either way I hope write back soon! The flowers really miss you…but maybe not as much as I do. Don't forget to buy some souvenirs from the places you go.

Sending you lots of love,

Aerith

I remember I started to get worried. It had been a month since I wrote the first letter and he hadn't replied back. Eventually I wrote so many letters that I lost track of how many there were. In my second last letter I got desperate. I was crying as I wrote the letter think 'He won't reply…he's probably off with another woman!' I said some things I wish I didn't say in that letter…some terrible things. Then in my very last letter I asked for an apology and wrote as if were my old self again. Truth was, I began to feel cold and limp…

Everything changed when I met Cloud. He brought some of that warmth back into my heart…because I thought he was another Zack. At the time I didn't know, so my heart kept getting warmer and warmer until I woke up feeling refreshed, I smiled genuinely and the flowers felt alive and vibrant in colour.

Now that I'm here, in this cell, I don't know how to feel.

Should I feel cold…

…or warm?

I don't know…

Footsteps echoes down the hallway.

I lifted my head up, some of the dizziness returning.

The door opened. Two SOLDIER's stood there. My eyes widened as they approached me, grinning.

"You suppose we'll be able to get away with this?" one said to his command.

"Whose gonna know?" the other replied. "It's not like Hojo can do anything about it, he's in hospital…"

As they grabbed either of my arms I found myself exclaiming "No, what are you doing?!"

"Relax, sweetie, you'll be having fun in no time!" one said suggestively.

It was then that I realised what it was they planned to do to me. Fear coursed through me, making tears start to form in my eyes, high pitched screams escape from my mouth and make my body feel dead cold.

The taller on put his hand over my mouth cringing at my screams. "Shut up already, we haven't even started!"

I knew it was hopeless but as they pinned me to wall I could only think of one thing to scream.

"Zack, help me!!" It came out as a loud muffle, going unheard along with the other screams...

...something growled.

Something stopped the men from undressing me and turn towards the cell behind them.

And then...

...a hand punched through the door.

Zack

I found myself punching my hand through the metal door…

I felt my nails pierce into skin.

I couldn't hear Aerith's cries or screams anymore.

She gasped breathlessly.

I pulled my hand back out of the hole I made, realizing what I had done.

I looked down at my hand.

Blood stained my fingers and under the now clawed, black fingernails.

I looked through the hole.

My eyes widened.

Her tears stopped spilling from her wide eyes.

Blood dripped onto her dress…

*Narrowly avoids objects being thrown at* I promise I'll get right onto the next chapter!(Although I don't know when that'll be out..*shifty eyes*) If you have time, reviews would be fantastic!

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