"When I grew up, my father never showed me what real love was like. He let me use his things, but he… never really got me what I wanted. I couldn't contact my mother because she left Earth…
"So the only thing I knew was the fact that women were objects to men, and that as a woman, I can use men because all they want is my body.
"But now…" Pear turned around and wiped her tears.
She looked at Maia, who had her eyes open. Misho quickly turned to his side and saw it for himself.
"How long have you been listening?"
"Shh… Misho…"
Instead of answering, Maia made him shut up.
"Now… I want to be loved too…"
Her tears poured like a dam had been broken. Misho watched, stunned, as the droplets created a dazzling array of colors with the sun behind her.
"Go."
Maia pushed Misho's back.
"…Are you sure?"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Maia retorted with a glare.
