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Today is finally the day. I finally get to leave.
Miorine was sitting in the hangar of the Venus private orbital hospital. She had been trapped here for 3 weeks. Trapped. Miorine knew how it felt to be trapped. Though in the years of the holder system being in place, she never felt the need to leave as much as during these weeks. It’s because I can’t do anything here. At school I could plan an escape and tend to my tomatoes. Here I can only answer the same questions every day and listen to Prospera plan things that she didn’t want a single thing to do with. I can’t wait to get back. I have a company to run. I have to take care of my garden.
I have to see Suletta again. That last thought made her uncomfortable. She had not been able to communicate with Suletta since the plant Quetta incident. She had not left Suletta on good terms. Murderer! Don’t talk to me! Words said in shock had been their goodbyes and Miorine had just that day learned how much Suletta could overthink things.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a notification on her phone
<Transport EF30 towards Asticassia school of technology is ready to board>
Miorine boarded the ship. Security was heavy. Only logical after what had happened. The transport left the controlled communications zone of the hospital. Something Miorine had loathed more than anything. I get why I can’t freely talk to the outside world, but why did I have to be isolated from it? At least the ride home would be 14 hours in which she could catch up with the world.
Her phone started buzzing heavily, the backlog of all her mails and texts from her long isolation. “Private contacts only” Miorine commanded. Work could wait. Her life had waited long enough. 224 messages. The members of Earth house had all sent her a little message showing their concern. Except for Panlunch of course. Martin had sent her some of his notes from last year to help her catch up with school. Not necessary but still nice of him.
210 messages from Suletta Mercury. Oh god. Exactly 3 per day.
>I am going to send you messages because you asked me to.
>we aren’t allowed to talk about what happened at plant Quetta. Some (chuchu) are angry about this.
> Hope you and your father are doing well. Goodnight
>I beat everyone in the multiple stage battle.
> The company is doing ok, Martin and Till have been keeping it afloat.
> There will be an open campus event next week
> Mom said that communications have been limited. So there’s a chance you don’t even see these. And most likely you can’t respond :(
Oh good at least she knows that much. A bit of stress that had been building up in her got relieved.
> There are new students in Earth house
>most of Earth house seems to be traumatized by what happened.
> Do you think if you ram someone with a gund bit you can knock them out non lethally?
Oh no, don’t think about that. Please don’t think about that. Do not feel guilty about saving me.
> Nika is acting weird.
> Your tomatoes are doing well. I think. You’d probably have a lot complaints about the ph value or something :)
> I am not doing well. I miss you.
That was the line that broke Miorine. The tears she had been keeping in for three weeks finally found a breach in her wall. A feeling that had been haunting her for a long time finally transformed into a coherent thought: I miss you too.
> Do you think we can go shopping when you get back? I’d love to.
> you will probably be busy though. A lot of things are happening with the company. Nika managed to implement Gund tech into smaller prosthetics. (the size of a single finger!) I don’t care lets go on that shopping trip.
> Elan is being weird. Way more talkative than before. I kinda hate it. Good. Stay away from him.
> Sophie (one of the new students) is really fun.
> nvm the new students tried to kill Nika. What?
> the battle royal was horrifying. Those new students were the gundam pilots that attacked plant Quetta. Sophie died while fighting me.
> Earth house got taken into police custody, Nika is missing. I fear gundams reputation is lower than ever.
> It’s lonely here without Earth house. I don’t know what to do. Please come back.
I am coming. Just twelve more hours<
Miorine only stopped crying when she felt like there was no water left in her. She would have to put on different clothes because her shirt was soaking wet. She also had to sleep, she realized. Although it was early morning, she had barely slept throughout her stay at the hospital. Sometimes she had even considered asking the doctors to put her to sleep.
Now was the time to rest. She put on her nightgown, brushed her teeth and laid down upon the bed.
Even after an hour of trying, she didn’t sleep. Her mind was racing and her head was bursting with worry. In an attempt to distract herself, she did the one thing she had been resisting this whole hour: She grabbed her phone.
1 new message: a selfie of Suletta sitting by the schools docks.
> I’m ready for you to arrive. Suletta is really going to spend all of her Saturday waiting for me. Cute.
The image did seem to calm her down somewhat. Merely seeing Suletta's face made some of her worries disappear. Maybe this could be her next distraction.
She spent the next hour looking at every picture of her fiancée she had. Which unfortunately weren’t a lot of them. She went as far as to look up her school account so she could look at her profile pic.
I guess I could watch the VOD of some of her duels. Even if I’m not sure if I’m ready to see the aerial in action again.
She ended up watching three of them before deciding that worrying was preferable to reliving trauma. Not like the duels contained a lot of Suletta cam anyways. She spent the rest of the ride working.
The loud thud of the ship landing was a sound Miorine had been looking forward to all day. As she stepped outside, all her worries reappeared in her head. She grabbed mr. cold and silenced her mind with a single thought: I get to see her again.
Miorine stood face to face with her groom. Suletta said a weak: “welcome back.” It seems she has not been getting much sleep either. Without even thinking, Miorine stepped closer to Suletta.
She hugged Suletta. Suletta hugged her back. There were people watching. Miorine didn’t care. All that mattered was Suletta and her warm embrace.
Suletta placed her chin on top of Miorine’s head and said the words that broke her earlier that day: “I’ve missed you.”
The works now evoked a different emotion: relief. Miorine felt water falling on her head. She also felt a small falling sensation as the first moment of comfort she experienced in three weeks inevitably brought sleep with it. And there they stood. Arms wrapped around each other, Suletta crying her hearth out and Miorine not even conscious to hear it, lulled to sleep by Suletta’s heavy heartbeat.