The Artist Searches for Happiness
"I—" Yujia's hands wrung together. She realized that all along, her palms had been sweating. "I want to be… happy, of course."
"Then, your path to take is clear," Zixu replied.
Yujia cast her gaze down on the table, thinking over everything Zixu said. Cherish her time with her master. Find happiness in her last memories of him.
It wasn't something she never considered. In fact, that was what she had wanted to do. The difference was just that in the past, towards this kind of behavior, Yujia had nothing but guilt lacing her every step. She wasn't finding true happiness, not when every thought of her master could bring her to tears at any moment.
It would take time, of course. All things took time, be it healing, acceptance, or grasping onto light once more. But if Yujia gave it the time it needed, instead of trapping herself in a cage of darkness, it would be better, wouldn't it?