8 – Dreams
Michiru’s dream is to be a concert violinist. A renowned artist. A high society lady. The soldier that stops the world’s destruction.
These dreams were given to her, another gift for a gifted child. The Kaiohs sought to ensure their daughter would want for nothing, after all. She would not be one of those flighty girls who wasted years figuring out what she wanted. They would tell her, and she would know.
Michiru takes these dreams as her own. They are good dreams, especially compared to the nightmares she sees when she closes her eyes. She likes painting, she likes performing. Of course she should dream of following these things as far as she can take them. Of course she should seek to be the best.
It is only when she reaches her first young years of adulthood that different dreams come to her, soft, secret, personal dreams. Dreams of a little cottage by the sea, where she wakes up to see the sunlight in Haruka’s hair every morning. Of weekly Tuesday tea with Rei, with no Senshi business to discuss, only their own secrets. Of a life unhindered by expectation. Dreams that make her soul ache, dreams that make her smile even as she cannot reach them.
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