There are many creatures that only grow to be as big as their cage, and the heart is no different. Walls went up in Michiru’s childhood, steely bars of propriety, of superiority, of talent and of class. Her heart stayed small and safe in their confines.
That is, until someone dared reach in.
Michiru took Haruka’s hand and expanded her walls little by little, until her heart had not a cage but a home. Warmer, more vulnerable, but still safe, still confined. She had one person to love, to protect, to give everything for. Her heart grew, but only within its borders.
And then, the first time she sees Haruka pick up their newborn, those borders shatter. Michiru’s heart cannot stay small, cannot stay safe, cannot be confined by anything. She is raw and wild and pulsing. She looks upon her wife and daughter, and there is no going back. No cage could hold a beast this size. No walls could stand between her and all the barbs love bears. She is free. She is loose. She is lost.
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