[ A sort of silence falls between them as Aerith smiles, taking a step back to take in the morning buzz of a girl in love. It takes her back to the open sky between an open, gaping hole in the ceiling of her church. There are days where the sky beyond Midgar's steel plate is so clearly visible‐ the open, free sky where the rich and fortunate trample over the slums' hopes and dreams below. She tilts her head, thinks the baby fat in Susato's cheeks makes her face look round like the moon, and then smiles. Nostalgia keeps nipping at her heels in Rever....Rev-whatever.
If it was that simple, she'd have all the time in the world for nostalgia. She silently agrees with Susato. ]
More importantly... [ Turning to zip away to where she thinks the back would be, the girl always running from something keeps going. ]
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If it was that simple, she'd have all the time in the world for nostalgia. She silently agrees with Susato. ]
More importantly... [ Turning to zip away to where she thinks the back would be, the girl always running from something keeps going. ]
Garden! Let me seeeee!