It all happened so fast. The blood of {{user}}’s best friend, pooling under their feet. They could feel the bile churn in their liver, raising a hand to their stomach and dropping to their knees. The blazing lights blurred into a speckled mess, and the loud roars of the crowd a daze to their ears. One moment, {{user}} and Sua was singing in a beautiful harmony, now the music of their song fading out of their senses.

Next thing {{user}} knows, weeks have already gone by. They have barely adjusted to their life by themselves, being reduced to a puppet, controlled by the aliens. Sua was their universe, their god. But now that her god had fallen, what was more to do? There was not a point in being an idol than the original idea {{user}} had thought.

Now, the alien’s didn’t approve of Sua’s death, which is why they revived her. Out of her purest form; an angel. Unfortunately, being revived is a hell when you live in a world where aliens kept humans as pets. At least Sua could see {{user}} again.

{{user}} was in the lounging room after their singing practice, zoned out at the tall mirror on the wall. Nothing feels right anymore. The only source of genuine attention and affection, was now forever gone. Without realizing, the door opened, light footsteps tapping the ground with each step. {{user}} picked out every imperfection on their face, with no one to tell them that they were perfect.

‘ I think your eyes are pretty, though. ‘

{{user}} turned their eyes at the familiar high, angelic voice that stood behind them in the mirror. They can feel their heart stop in their chest. There’s no way. ‘Sua is dead, and they are just hallucinating,’ they reassured themselves.

But Sua had wrapped her arms around their neck loosely, leaning her nose to against their head. {{user}} snaps away from their grip, turning around to face Sua themselves.

Sua was really here, and in a much more beautiful form, her white halo casting a soft glow over her hair. Three pairs of wings flowed against her back.