AN: My heart was broken after the season finale. Misty deserved a happy ending, so I decided to write a continuation of the series for myself and all the people on tumblr who said they wanted this. The story starts 3 months after Misty becomes trapped in hell and Cordelia is named the new supreme. Foxxay fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story or any of its amazing characters, though I wish I did. Also, the lyrics all belong to Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac.
Dreams are in italics. Enjoy!
Cordelia's POV
"My days are so busy. Miss Robichaux's is filled to the brim with new witches who are eager to learn, and even more keep showing up at my doorstep. I hardly get a second to breathe, let alone relax. But darling I always have time for you.
I never got to tell you when you were here with me, but you are the most important person in my life. You always were and you always will be. I never even told you how I feel. Regret haunts me constantly. I hope you can hear me where-ever you are down there. I hope you're fighting…"
My voice breaks, cracks. I can't do this anymore. If Misty were here she would give me strength, but she's not and that is all my fault. She's trapped somewhere down in hell and I can't find her. God knows I've tried.
Tonight, just like every other night for the past three months, tears cascade from my eyes and drench the beautiful, black, floral print shawl that once belonged to the woman I love. While attempting to choke back sobs so I can finish talking to Misty, I run my fingers delicately over the urn that contains her ashes. She would have liked it, with its golden vines and roses wrapped around its green jade base.
"I miss you so much Misty, so much it hurts. Every day without you is miserable. Sure I put on a brave, smiling face for the students, and I am genuinely happy with how the academy is growing…but at night I fall apart. The loneliness is overwhelming with you gone. You have always been my light in the darkness darling.
I wonder how you have been surviving in your own darkness. It must be unbearable. Still, you're fighting. I can feel you out there darling. I haven't given up hope. I know that somehow you will find your way back to me. Misty I… I never told you this in person, even though I longed to. I was stupid and weak not to just kiss you when I had the chance. If you hear nothing else that I've said, please at least hear this. I love you Misty Day. I love you with my whole heart."
The crying starts up again. I just can't help it; my emotions need to escape my body somehow, and tears seem to be the only way. I kiss Misty's urn and wrap her shawl tightly around my shoulders. Sometimes, if I close my eyes and focus hard enough, I can still smell Misty's intoxicating scent stuck between its fibers.
I turn on the small record player that resides by my nightstand. Landslide by Stevie Nicks fills the air. Since Misty's descent, I can only find enough peace to sleep by surrounding myself with things that remind me of her.
God I really am falling to pieces.
I thought that living without Misty would get easier with time, but it's the opposite actually. Each day alone grows harder to endure and even more painful. I know I have to believe, believe that my love will come back to me. Somehow I know that she's still out there.
With a heavy sigh I lean across my bed and turn off the light. Sometimes the darkness is a welcomed sanctuary, but others it is impossible to stomach. Tonight, I embrace the black and curl up, safe in its mystery.
My eyes have no tears left but my body still trembles. I miss Misty. I need her home. I feel fidgety inside my skin. It's as if every part of me is reaching out for Misty and will not rest till she is safe beside me.
"Oh mirror in the sky what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides, can I handle the seasons of my life? Oh oh I don't know, oh I don't know."
The words I'm singing begin to slur as I fall into the arms of sleep.
"And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, than the landslide will bring you down."
This is impossible. This can not be happening. This is only a dream that I need to wake up from. That is not really Misty's voice. It can't be! But it genuinely does sounds like my Misty.
Darkness surrounds me entirely. The air feels heavy and suffocating. He voice is broken and riddled with sobs. She sounds like she's in pain. "Misty?" My curiosity gets the better of me. "Misty?!" I can't stop the hope and desperation the creeps into my cries.
"Cordelia?" her voice is small at first, far away. Then it changes, sounds a little closer, a little more optimistic. "Cordelia! Cordelia you're here! Please help me!" A tiny light, just a spec off in the distance, gets brighter and brighter.
"Misty!" I run faster than I've ever moved before. Oh my god it's really her! I'm so close. A loud, echoing bang rings in the air as Misty falls to the ground.
"Please Cordelia, help me." She is pounding on some invisible barrier that is keeping us apart. Her eyes are wild. Dark circles make her look like she hasn't slept in a year and tears stream down her beautiful cheeks.
Finally reaching my love, I collapse against the force field, flinging my whole body weight against it. It's no good though, the thing won't budge. "Oh my god Misty, it's really you." I press my hands to the shield, mirroring hers. I want more than anything to hold her in my arms and take her away from this awful place.
"I'm so scared Delia." She gazes at me with her piercing sapphire eyes and my heart breaks all over again.
"It's going to be okay, I promise. You're so strong Misty, just keep fighting. I'll do anything I can to help you find the light and come back to me." She leans her forehead on the force field, and I do the same. It's almost as if we're physically touching. Almost.
"This place is terrible Delia. It's killin' me inside."
Silent tears fall from my eyes as I do the only thing I can to comfort her. "And it all comes down to you. Well, you know that it does. And lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice. Oh, and it lights up the night. And you see your gypsy. You see your gypsy."
Slowly, a smile spreads across her gorgeous face and everything brightens as I sing one of her favorite Stevie songs. "You're my savior Delia."
"We need to get you home darling. Please come back to me Misty."
Without warning everything begins to fade. "Cordelia, no! Please, please don't leave me!" I can feel my love reaching out for me, thrashing against the darkness that is separating us. "Don't leave me!" Screaming and crying, I fight to get back to her.
But it is too late. Misty has already disappeared and I am already back in my bedroom, alone with tears staining my cheeks and my chest heaving. "It was just a dream… It was just a dream."
Every part of me is shaking uncontrollably. My hands tremble violently as I wrap Misty's shawl tighter around me. If it was really just a dream, than why can I still sense Misty's spirit lingering on my skin?
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