[ "Next time" is promising. Ayaka likely won't bring it up again unless the moment really calls for it or if Cloud asks, but it fills her with promise regardless. Cloud has always been so accepting of her, of her little ideas, fantasies, wants, and dreams. She hopes to be able to support him as much as he does her one day, because she would like for him to feel as light and as fulfilled as he has made her.
When their eyes meet, and Cloud talks of this moment worth looping, pink and purple flowers begin to bloom around them, dancing around her, the scent of sakura mixing with the soap and water around them. When Cloud leans down, he would see a reflection of his own very eyes in hers, glowing a mix of blue, with the light of the sakura blooms shining through as well. Her eyes close as she pulls his hands to wrap his arms around her rather than just hold her hands as she leans up to kiss him.
This moment is so serene. It is one that she would tell her mother about when she writes in her diary tonight. ]
Cloud...
[ A soft swoon, a whisper of her love's name before he takes her breath away. ]
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When their eyes meet, and Cloud talks of this moment worth looping, pink and purple flowers begin to bloom around them, dancing around her, the scent of sakura mixing with the soap and water around them. When Cloud leans down, he would see a reflection of his own very eyes in hers, glowing a mix of blue, with the light of the sakura blooms shining through as well. Her eyes close as she pulls his hands to wrap his arms around her rather than just hold her hands as she leans up to kiss him.
This moment is so serene. It is one that she would tell her mother about when she writes in her diary tonight. ]
Cloud...
[ A soft swoon, a whisper of her love's name before he takes her breath away. ]