Mizi’s clematis and her beautiful universe
Mizi never thought herself to be incomplete.
Guardian Shine had a habit of reading her bedtime stories as a child. Every night she would be gently tucked into bed and her mother would carefully pull open a book. It was always the same one, as battered and beat as it was, with its same yellow pages and old, maroon cover. Each chapter told a different story, created and thought up by humans back before the alien invasion. Stories that talked about humans who were made for each other - soul-bonded, the stories called.
As a young girl who hard these stories, Mizi could never fathom how someone could be incomplete for their entire life before meeting one specific person. She used to question her mother about it, but the answer was always the same. She’d find out when she was older.
She didn’t understand until she did.
The girl was wearing all white, like Mizi herself. Her raven black hair and violet eyes that seemed to change tones every time she moved her head were enchanting, enticing. Her voice even more so. It sounded just like something Mizi would hear in her sweetest dreams, so much that she had to pinch her own arm to realize she was not, in fact, dreaming.
Sua, she was told by the same sweet voice, was her name. Sua had a soothing presence and a softness to her that Mizi had never seen in anybody else before.
“Do you believe in God?”, Shine would ask her, running her alien hands through silky pink hair, caressing and untangling it to the best of her abilities. Mizi would think for a few moments and nod, careful as to not ruin her guardian’s work on her hair.
If mother were to ask that again, she’d find that Mizi does not believe in God - that she, now, knew what it was like to be complete. She would find that her daughter believes in a goddess, her goddess, who is as human as any other pet, walks the same hard ground as them and has the most beautiful of voices. Her goddess, whose name is Sua, whose face can be touched, whose sounds can be heard. Her goddess, who Mizi loves to no end. The most gorgeous of flowers in a garden like this.
“If you were a mystical creature, Sua,” Mizi had said once, playing with Sua’s fingers and kissing her knuckles like a worshipper kisses their God’s feet. “I think you would be a siren.”
She truly does believe so. Sua’s voice could guide her through a wasteland. She hopes she gets to hear Sua sing to her until the day she dies.
My God, my universe.