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"Hey, Tifa!" Aerith’s hand glided over a patch of flowers before picking a bright yellow one. She held it out to show Tifa with a small giggle. "Doesn’t this remind you of someone?"
Tifa’s lips quirked up into a smile as she realized how similar the flower looked in comparison to a certain SOLDIER. "Oh, absolutely."
Aerith happily put the flower into her basket and went skipping off to another patch. "Y'think we'll find flowers that represent each of us?"
"Hmm..." Tifa looked around the colorful field thoughtfully before shaking her head. "I'm not sure… I haven't seen any red or black flowers around here."
"Nonsense!" The florist immediately shut down that admission. "If you were in my line of work, you'd realize there could be all kinds of flowers hidden in a single field! Even ones with really exotic colors." Her friend was a bit taken aback by her declaration, but she felt more enamored with Aerith's dedication to her beautiful hobby.
Tifa had always been drawn to the sweet florist. Aerith had a certain pull to her, and Tifa felt like her smile lit up a flame within her heart with each curl of her lips. Even before knowing Aerith well enough, Tifa couldn't tell whether or not she was jealous of either Cloud's new companion or Cloud himself.
Recently, however, she realized it had most likely been the latter.
And Tifa wouldn't have it any other way.
She watched Aerith frolic in the fields, dress flowing in tandem with the flowers that seemed to complement her movements, almost as if she were one with them.
Yet, to Tifa, Aerith was the most beautiful flower of all.