Sea of Embers

She still hasn’t told me why she tried to kill herself, and it occurs to me that I still haven’t told her my name.
Her name is Mika.
I don’t know if that’s her real name, but then I stop and think that I don’t really mind.
We all have thing that we keep inside of us, and she seems like someone who has kept a lot of things inside.
I can see when I look into her eyes; the bitterness of loneliness has ripped them apart.
I don’t know why, but I have this great urge to sew them back together.
Her hands are so soft, her red hair so long.
I want to fix her.