He focused on the advertisement sign: LOVELESS. He felt dazed with how quickly the memory began to coil around his mind, his body, his perception. It was as if he was living it while Cloud recalled it. The hysterical crowd soon came to his awareness, and their cries answered the what: the reactor's explosion. Aerith was a brief sight, and it left Vincent regretting how quickly he moved on—how quickly Cloud moved on.

Tifa came then to sight, with a radiant smile and bright eyes as she accepts the flower from Cloud. He feels a sense of pride from this action, which could very well be his projection within this memory. It felt good to make Tifa smile.

The next sensation he felt was an ache, throughout his body, and the next pair of eyes he saw was Aerith's. His time with her is short, again, and the vision of her fades while the church around him decays. The time between one memory to the next is years, but he hasn't moved from this spot. The remaining flowers are all that's left that thrives here.

Vincent contemplates the flower in his hand before the sequence of memories end. He now stood back in the room, with Cloud, and his fingers hovered over the yellow petals.

She lives on in them all, their memories proof enough of that. Vincent lowered his hand to his side and stepped back from the dresser to reclaim his place against the wall.