A/N: Number three for a new years appearance! Enjoy!
3. Yin
She'd never seen the stars, but something in the air told her things had changed.
It wasn't just the screams that followed like an echo. It wasn't the lack of a piano under her fingertips, or the lack of tears in her eyes when her hands were clasped in prayer, or the lack of something meaningful in her memories, the memories that began to slip away and replace themselves with other things: not the air, but water, under fingers, her toes, in the cavities of her ears and upon the screen of her brain.
She couldn't see the sky, but she saw the water: a brilliant blue, formless and shapeless until it shaped under her, and she bid it look inside her heart lest there be something she should cling to while her old self slipped away. There wasn't. Water flowed in and out. It cleansed her. Emptied her. Became her eyes - eyes she'd never known.
And she tilted those eyes up one day and saw the stars. They looked pretty, she thought, and they made her feel a soft something too: some meaning. She couldn't say what, or why, because she'd never seen the old stars before.