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[There's a small warmth that erupts in his chest. Strong enough to make him want to pull her closer to him. He can smell her hair and feel her warmth and all he wants to do is bask in it. Like the day he looked up at her from a bed of broken wood and flowers. How many years did they lose and how much time did they have to make up for? He's not sure. But he knows that her light is something that he reached for the entire time and even now he's still drawn to it like a moth to a flame.]

As long as this universe lets me... I'll stay right here with you.

[He shifts, leaning forward just slightly and his lips get closer to hers. He wants so badly to kiss those pretty lips. But something makes him hesitate.]

Aerith?