"Cordelia, wait!" Misty shouted, opening her door. Cordelia wasn't there. The sound of her car was still heard in the pondered her options. Maybe I could go after her. But it was dark, and she wasn't fast enough. Transmutation was another option, but she decided that she couldn't do it. She was exhausted, and the only thing she wanted now was to sleep. She lay down on her bed, closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep and failing miserably. She missed having Cordelia next to her, sleeping with the teacher between her arms and spooning with her. She finally got aware that there was no sound around the hut.
The cicadas had stopped singing again.
The next morning Cordelia didn't get out of her room. Nor she did the next day, or the next one. A week had passed and the door of her bedroom was still closed and locked. Inside, the headmistress hadn't done anything but look through the window, waiting for Misty to appear. She had screwed it all. She looked at the empty room, imagining for a moment that Misty was there, with her blonde curls spread on her pillow and her smooth skin covered only by the thin blankets of the bed. But the bed was empty. The headmistress gazed through the window one more time before standing up and going to the bathroom. She needed to take a shower.
I miss her.
Misty walked through her garden with tears running through her face, looking at the white lilies that she had planted in honor to Cordelia. They were her favorite flowers.
Does she still like them? Maybe I could…
No. She couldn't go to the academy. She didn't dare to. She had overreacted to Cordelia's jealousy, when in fact was her fault. She had been flirting with that woman at the bar all night, leaving Cordelia alone. But Misty didn't know what flirting was until she had met Cordelia. And she hadn't actually needed to flirt with the headmistress. Their relationship had appeared one day from nowhere, with a kiss in the greenhouse. And then another kiss, and another one. Misty smiled. She still remembered the sweet taste of Cordelia's lips. It had been a week since the argument, and she felt like she had to take a chance. She grabbed the pot of lilies and ran through the door of the hut.
I love her.
Someone knocked on the door just when Cordelia walked out of the shower. "If it's my breakfast, I don't want any." she snapped, with her hair wet and her body covered with a towel.
"Cordelia…" a familiar voice said. "It's me."
"M-Misty?" she asked, turning towards the door. "Is that you?"
"Yes. Dee, please, open the door."
"Just give me a second." she said, trying to find something to put on.
"Please."
"I'm half nak-"
"Cordelia, please!"
"Okay." the headmistress sighed, walking towards the door and unlocking it. Misty inhaled deeply, ready to blurt out her speech. The door opened.
"Cordelia, I just wanted to tell ya that-" she started saying, just before she saw the Supreme only covered with a towel. "… ya're naked."
"Any other valuable information, Sherlock?" Cordelia said, turning around and opening her closet. "What do you want?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't understand what it meant for ya, the fact that I was flirting with that woman. I didn't realize what I was doing."
"Misty…"
"No, don't interrupt me. This is hard enough with ya half naked."
"Sorry."
"You came the other day to apologize, and I've needed a whole week to realize that it was actually my fault too. I shouldn't be flirting with anyone if I'm in a relationship with ya. I'm sorry, Dee. I'm really sorry. And I can't stand to sleep another night without ya. I miss your body next to me. I miss ya teaching me to revive the plants, and when ya talk about that magical stuff that I don't understand but that sounds like a Stevie song to me. I love ya, Cordelia. I love ya so much that it hurts."
"I love you too, Misty, but…"
"What?"
"I'm still half naked."
"Oh, I'm sorry." the swamp witch turned around, facing the door.
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asked.
"Turning around, so you can change clothes."
"Misty…" Cordelia said, walking to the woman and standing up behind her. "I. am. half. naked." she whispered on her ear, running her fingers down on Misty's back. "Aren't you going to change that?"
"Oh my God, yes." Misty whispered, turning around and kissing her girlfriend passionately.
She didn't know much about love, but she was sure she would love her forever.
