It wasn't a taunt—it was from her grandfather, the only person who didn't look away when she cried.
As she blew out her candles, the indigo didn't disappear. It simply began to pulse with a soft, steady light—the glow of someone who was finally at peace with her own heavy heart. Sorana - Happy Birt ay Sadness
She picked up a charcoal pen and wrote across the bottom of the mirror: Thank you for staying. It wasn't a taunt—it was from her grandfather,