| overtxure SAID:|
"Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head."
A gasp of shock widened the Cetra’s orbs. Her presence is here, perhaps was sensed by the heart of her friend closely. But that statement seemed to be a strike for her as to stay away that she wasn’t needed anymore… better to disappear as she was now only remained…
But she didn’t let any single tear drop. When her other friends kept her tied on the red ribbon on their arm, maybe Lightning also didn’t mean to cast her out. Her voice wasn’t echoed in a phantom sound to haunt, she left it to guide…. to fight together. And she’d smile if the female soldier mean to keep it inside her head.
"I’m glad then, my voice didn’t disturb you. So it’ll be placed there."
And I can go…
- Are you afraid of being alone?
- Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head.
- I love all the things you do.
- I need some more time to fix this problem.
- I never thought I’d die alone.
- I wish someone would tell me what was right.
- I’ll admit I’m wrong if you’d tell me.
- I’ll always be dreaming of you.
- I’ll never let you go.
- I’ll try to kiss you if you let me.
- I’m dying in this silence.
- I’m lost without you.
- I’m not worthy for a minute of your time.
- I’ve been here before a few times and I’m quite aware we’re dying.
- Is it cool if I hold your hand?
- Nobody likes you when you’re 23.
- Pick me up now, I need you so bad.
- Please don’t hint that you’re capable of lies.
- Please let me know that my one bad day will end.
- Please tell mom this is not her fault.
- Show me the way to bed, show me the way you move.
- This awkward silence makes me crazy.
- We all know conspiracies are dumb.
- We’ll have Halloween on Christmas and in the night we’ll wish this never ends.
- What’s my age again?
- Where do we go from here?
- Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
- You make me nervous so I really can’t eat.
Tifa couldn’t stop the flow of happy yet sad tears that rolled down her face. Aerith’s sweet voice sang in her ears, making her sink further towards the floor. The barmaid never gave herself the chance to truly grieve over the loss of her friend — they had to defeat Sephiroth, rebuild Edge, she had the bar and the kids, not to mention her need to be strong for Cloud.
But now…hearing her voice and smelling her perfume, it could not longer remain inside.
"Aerith…it’s…it’s okay," she finally managed to whisper back. Even in death, her friend was apologizing and sounding optimistic. "I come here all the time, to watch over the flowers and tell the kids about you. But I’m sure you already know that…"
What could she say? There was so much to, really. Tifa had years of things she wanted to tell the flower girl. She missed having her as a confidant. Someone to vent to, to giggle with. Having her so close right now made her feel like no time had passed. They were still young women.
"Why…are you here?" she asked, nervous that something was wrong. How it difficult for Aerith to appear like this, crossing over some plane of the Lifestream? The barmaid wasn’t sure. "Is everything alright…?"
[ Tell about me…? ]
Head was titled, unexpected without confusion of the favor she’d never ask but remained a tiny wish. Same as the moment when this heart got a wind of how sad Cloud was of her passing. In those very short times while you have a high attraction level towards the cocky guy, it was something she would’ve ever wondered how precious it was to him—and it was!
Happiness, a joy—as death is never painful than being forgotten, then to hear your best friend also saying she’d tell the kids about her…
[ Hmm, no, I don’t know that yet. ]
“I dont think it’d be a nice bed time story… though, Marlene has already know me.” A classical dodgery but mouth hummed a grateful words for that kindness. “But aside of that, let we have this moment… just this moment.”
….For the first and the last time
before it turned to a single arrival all alone,
that somehow your physical presence was never irreplaceable
by any inanimate object whatever she loves it the most,
no matter how it represents you to be touched
"So don’t think anything else or you’d just ruin it!" Aerith tapped Tifa’s nose, saying it in controllable high pitch like a mother’s affection admonishing her kid to focus of this sweetness instead of bring up a bitterness. Only in few seconds, her glare came to gentleness with a soft voice whispered behind her smile—same line as what Cloud heard. "Everything is alright…"
Aeris’ death in FFVII is one of my favorite examples of how to do character-death in a story correctly and how to have a female character die without giving up her agency. She didn’t die to create angst for Cloud (Cloud was already a spikey little ball of it) and she didn’t die to give anyone motivation to hunt down Sephiroth—they were already hunting him. She died because if Sephiroth hadn’t killed at that point in time, she would defeated him all on her own. Aeris died because she was a legitimate threat. And even after death, everyone else fucks up so the HBIC has to reach out from grave to save their asses—and continues to do so into Advent Children! If Sephiroth hadn’t killed her, she would’ve beat the game at disc one, and probably used the next two discs to take over Shinra, clean up the Midgar slums, establish new, reliable, eco-friendly energy for the world, which crowns her as Empress and begins a new Golden Age.