Sua’s sweet dream and the withering face of someone’s doll
There is a place in the depths of a young girl’s mind where she can be everything except what she wants, forever stuck in a glass cage she hates, but isn’t strong enough to break.
In that place, the pure black walls (or is it a sky?) will reflect different images that all feature the same person - another girl with pink hair, full cheeks, big, yellow eyes and the world’s brightest smile. The girl’s presence radiates warmth, hence why Sua knows the images are fake. Mizi’s real smile could never make her feel so cold.
Sua thought, as Mizi’s smile wavers with the water’s flow, that she would like to be able to break free from her cage, where she can all but touch. She would like to reach for Mizi and cup her face with her small, small hands and maybe kiss her cheeks if the other would let her.
In the end, Sua’s always way too scared to do so, because her dreams always end the same way: with their lips connected and half-decayed skin between Sua’s pale fingers; Mizi’s hands always just a few centimeters from her neck, never quite getting there, never quite touching her. Never quite as warm as Sua thought she would be.
Sua dares not reach for her beloved, then, even when the glass cage allows her to. She allows Mizi’s hands to grab her neck and squeeze, to choke the air out of her, and as her life slips between the warm fingers she so wished to preserve, she only thinks she regrets not making that decision sooner.
For Sua would rather die herself than lose Mizi. Her Mizi.
And as she wakes from her slumber, her breath rapid and her neck intact, she thinks It was just a dream. A sweet one, and waits patiently for the day it will become true.