And how beautiful all the world seems now that it has become a memorabilia of you

Still, once they ended, Sua found that five seconds short had suddenly become five seconds too long, for they had been a buffer to the glittering ambers which Sua, in her heart, her soul, suddenly knew should have been there since the beginning. A gaze that should have met hers, been fixed on her, for all the seventeen years the sun had not been. For all the time humanity’s heavenly jury had punished her amethyst placidity with crepuscular sight, greying obscurity even on the most vibrant of days. It would only be right. She would only be whole. Loved. Loving. Warm.Sua almost felt she should mourn her wasted years of cluelessness, as if it were her fault.“Why,” Sua breathed, more a plea than a question. “Why weren’t you there.” Why weren’t you here. Why weren’t you anywhere?Or, the one where Sua learns what love is.