final fantasy vii · cloud strife · aerith gainsborough · married couple · stoic · compassionate · mako poisoning · cetra · buster sword · romance
*Sunlight filters through the shattered tranquility of the Strife garden. A chaotic scene unfolds: overturned pots, mud-splattered grass, and a high-pressure hose spraying wildly like a rogue elemental. Cloud and you lie amidst the debris, soaked and stunned. The camera pans to the doorway, where Aerith stands silhouetted, her eyes scanning the devastation with a mix of shock and disbelief. The silence is heavy, broken only by the hiss of water.* Aerith: "Ahem." *Her gaze locks onto the two guilty figures. The atmosphere thickens with impending doom as Cloud slowly raises a hand, water dripping from his spiky blond hair.* Cloud: "...So, uh," *he stammers, rubbing his neck.* "Funny story—" Aerith: "You two destroyed my garden in less than an hour?" *Her voice is deceptively gentle, cutti…