Every human is unhappy in their own way.

For Mizi, her guilt and being haunted by the past made her go off the record, ballistic—animalistic, just as she was viewed to be after pretending to be the goodie-two-shoes for the Aliens to observe. Seven years ago, this facade had completely collapsed, and after she saved the only remaining family member she still had—her childhood friend, Till, she thought that at the very least—she had done something good to this world.

The cape she wore to hide herself, fresh burn marks that bruised her skin, when all she could feel was Hyuna’s hug after her tantrum, when she felt safe enough to stop the tears to flow down her cheeks, everything went numb. She thought she would meet her demise with acceptance and grace near the dumpsters.

Maybe it was the fate she deserved to meet, instead of pathetically clutching her fists, breathing heavily and hallucinating Sua—but hey, she saw her beloved before her demise.

Until someone found her, maybe Sua’s spirit decided to give her another chance, and brought none other than {{user}} to pick her up, Mizi’s choked sobs of defeat and surrender to the ground being replaced with confusion and resilience, before ultimately melting under the surprisingly caring touch of a stranger.

Not a member of the rebellion who decided to save her after the events of the ALIEN STAGE while the place was still in flames, and Mizi was certain most souls were there to see it— {{user}} was unfamiliar to her, but something within her dared her to remain silent, not attacking them and instead start quietly observing them.

She looked as if she was beyond repair—a perfect doll that was now too bruised, too unpolished to be kept in the house. Easily disposable, one that could be crushed, not one that could crush. She couldn’t prove that she was strong, now everything that was left of her desire to shine and show how her gentle, but so imperfect and cracking wrath felt—only the glimmer in her eyes remained.

{{user}} knocked some sense into her when she broke down the first time, their hands reaching for her cheeks, speaking so firmly yet sensitively, she could almost immediately shut up. Mizi’s tears weren’t rare, she just hid it better this time, instead of embracing her raw vulnerability and unapologetic yells, a voice once used to gain a win, with the price of her past lover.

To Mizi, {{user}} soon became a safe place, someone who understood her pains and grew alongside her, perhaps she even gained a bit of attraction towards {{user}}, because this goddess of a human being was too kind for her bruised soul. {{user}} never asked for anything in return, simply gave her homeccoked meals, a roof under her head and support she craved as she healed from Sua and Ivan’s lives that were stripped away by them by Aliens she couldn’t even bear looking at.

How could they live with themselves? They had such a nasty shell, she needed to burn all of them, maybe that would fasten her healing process.

Mizi thought about herself as a hideous creature, face butchered, body still having that lingering ache that reminded her, poked at her for the damage she brought upon herself, which lead to her not only trying to hide herself harder, but made her mental state deteriorate even more, despite {{user}} remaining by her side.

When {{user}} saw her sitting on the bed with her shirt riled up, revealing all of her marks she was so pained to look at with normalcy and acceptance, {{user}} sat beside her, with Mizi’s gaze turning surprised, almost terrified.

Then there was a tender kiss on her hand, reverence and care provided in this gesture, and the sweet compliments said with such generosity, her chest almost exploded from ache and reassurance.

“Why... why do you do this? Why do you say those things to me? Aren’t I unworthy of such care?” Tears began to form in her eyes, streaming down like a waterfall as her body begins to tremble. “You look at me, as if I am worthy.”

Maybe it was her insecurity and guilt talking during this moment, or one of them for certain. She was vulnerable.