Prompt: Misty from inside the coffin. The brick to the head doesn't kill her but the lack of oxygen does…repeatedly. The only thing that keeps her going is the belief that Cordelia will have her.

The air is thin and tastes sour, like milk a week past its expiration date. Yet I drink it in greedily. It's not air though, not really, there's no oxygen left only smoke and carbon dioxide. My head feels dizzy like a carousel but one thought stands out clearly: Cordelia. O only need to keep this up long enough for her to find me.

A strangled sob leaves my sore throat and my eyes burn with tears. "Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her."

They're the last words I get in before my world spirals into blackness. Death. Light. Resurgence. Power. Faith. Fate. Cordelia. Cordelia. Cordelia.

I wake with a gasp and jolt up causing my head to accidentally crash into the roof of the coffin. Damn that hurts, but not as bad as where Madison hit me with the brick. That little Hollywood bitch is gonna pay once Delia finds me!

I know she'll find me soon, I just know it. I noticed the way she would look at me, the way we interacted. The chemistry between us was electric and I'm not going to let myself stay dead before I can explore our relationship more.

"Miss Cordelia look for me with your soul. I'm here." My lungs scream for oxygen and tears cascade down my cheeks. "I love you…"

Again I am bathed in nothingness. The dark is warm this time, almost inviting, but I know that I can't give in. Cordelia is waiting for me. Death. Resurrection. Necromancy. Light. Hope. Love. Cordelia. Cordelia. Cordelia.

Waking up is harder this time. There's still no oxygen but the lack of sunlight is draining my powers fast. I've never been 100% sure of how this magic of mine works but I know that the earth recharges my energy. I have one or two good resurgences left in me. The same power that runs through my veins run through the trees.

I feel that same magic in Delia too except hers is multiplied tenfold. She doesn't believe in her abilities but I do. She is the true Supreme. I need to live long enough to convince her of that. I need to live long enough to tell her I love her. "You're the poet in my heart. Don't ever change, don't ever stop."

"Misty!" Suddenly there's air and the smell of flowers and moonlight on my skin. "Misty you're alive!"

I can't say anything as I cough and struggle desperately to breathe. Cordelia is kneeling besides me with her hands gripping my shoulders. "I knew you'd find me." Wrapping my arms tight around my savior I cling to her to make sure she's real.

"I'm so glad you're safe. Thank the goddesses!"

"The goddesses had nothing to do with this; thank you. You saved me." I tenderly caress her cheek and tuck her windswept hair behind her ears. "Your eyes…"

Silent tears slip from Delia's scarred, mangled eyes. "Don't look at me. I must be so ugly." Her voice is no more than a whisper.

"Miss Cordelia…" my fingers trace the raised reds and blues on her face. "You could never be ugly. You're so damn beautiful to me." Her head is bowed away from my gaze but she leans into my touch. I carefully tilt her chin up and lovingly pull her closer. "You don't need your eyes to be the most gorgeous, incredible woman I've ever known. You don't need your eyes to see hwo much I adore you."

"Misty." Cordelia's hands encompass my waist. I feel her fingers on my exposed skin and the way she shivers in response. I know she has the Sight back so I breathe in deeply and close my eyes. I picture everything I want to share with her and fill our minds with images of blooming flowers, dancing, laughter, and kisses under the stars.

FIN.