THIS ONE DEMANDS A REVIEW.
Short, sweet, and tidy. Sickeningly hopeful in all of the best ways. Aeris in all the right ways.
Need I go further?
Quotes, quotes, quotes-- oh, I wouldn't know anything about those and you know it. However, it all fits together like three puzzle pieces each depicting a different part of the blue, blue sky (you know the ones; they're so frustrating until you're done). ESPECIALLY THOSE ENDING ONES. Well placed, indeed!
(some parts had a little, hm, too much, I guess I'd say. too much description/thought?)
Your interpretation of this scene? Everything I've ever thought of and more. :D

Jessi
(ohwow, 4/26. slow much? anyways, when you get this: we can meet up next week, you tell me when)

Oh girlie, this was so pretty.
But very sad. I liked it.
It portrays Aerith very well. So happy, even 'til the last moment.
Heart-touching.

OMG, I love it! Beautiful, and so sad...
Well written

Very good, I like the stream-of-consciousness style.

Short but powerful. That's definitely the way to capture the moment.

I have to agree with the previous reviewer- this is the best piece of yours that I've read yet. And because I think I have the honour of being your first reviewer ever, I think that is really saying something. (^_^) Some of the imagery is really evocative- chainsaw through tissue paper was my favourite. Well done!
However, I feel that I have to point out that you should maybe edit the piece for comma splices and run-on sentences. I don't know if it was a stylistic intent- do you want the reader to feel as breathless as Aeris as they read it? As a nitpicky kind of person, it really stuck out to me.

o()o;

Ugh, this is something I'm planning on writing soon. But hearing this, oh god..oh god...This is..this...is the best you've ever written, to be quite honest.
My quote is long but..ugh..oh god: Sorry.

That’s what she’s thinking when her world implodes.

He’s staring at her and she’s staring back and it’s peaceful and this, this is eternity and forever.

One second she has a lifetime to live and learn and love.

And the next, there is no more.

It’s strangely quiet and the silence hurts or maybe it’s the sword, but she feels oddly disconnected and it’s hard to believe that the pool of crimson she’s drowning in is her own, and why do they look so stricken?

Oh right, she’s dying…

Don’t let it hurt.

Only she’s not talking to him with the sword and sinister smile and the lust for death, she’s talking to the guy with the spiked hair and fragile heart that’s already cracked and breaking and though the sword misses her heart it slices open his and interestingly enough, it’s not her heart bleeding all over the floor.'

WAS. I'm speechless.
SPEECHLESS.
Do I even need to tell you I'm faving this?