Zack was only momentarily taken by surprise when Sol took his hand, guiding it over the flowers. At first he felt a tad bit of awkwardness being in front of these withering flowers asking to feel something about him, and his weight shifts awkwardly with the sudden pressure he felt in his chest. But the more he began to look at them, as he studied each individual petal, he remembered how carefully she would tend to the flowers.

How quickly and easily she scolded him for almost stepping on them the first time they met.

How they only grew in a particular place where the light rarely gave away from the plate above.

How happy she felt to share them with people in the slums... to share a piece of the land many didn't get a chance to see.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on those thoughts. Focusing on the flowers, on her before... a bud. A small, fresh bud formed at the center of the patch of lilies and glowed with an unnatural sort of light. Slowly the flowers around it began to also glow with that same light until the entire plot was beaming. The drooping petals lifted upright and straightening upwards, as if pointing towards the sun. Each vibrate and beautiful in their own way.

Zack could feel the light behind his eyelids and as he opened his eyes his entire body begins to lax with mouth agape. He could only stare in awe- amazed with the sight before the two of them.

"Aerith..." Was the only word he could muster out of his lips.