Cordelia sat up in her luxurious 1000 thread count sheets, rubbing her eyes.

Amelie was at the foot of her bed, tugging at her blanket.

"Yes, baby?" Cordelia said in a voice that was still thick with slumber.

"Where's Mama?" Amelie asked innocently.

The morning for the past two days have started like that. Ever since Misty left for work that day, she never came back to the penthouse. A taste of bitterness grew from within as Cordelia searched her soul for an excuse of the child's absent mother.

"Oh… Mama won't be back sometime soon..." she tried.

"Why?" felw back almost immediately from that angelic face.

"Uh… She has some important stuff to attend to dear, now why don't we go get ready for school, huh?" Cordelia said, changing the subject, not wanting to dwell on it.

Where the hell was Misty anyway. Cordelia expected her to be back in about a day but she hadn't contacted the older woman since the quarrel and Cordelia couldn't help but miss her.

Cordelia shoved her cell phone into a black prada bag and herded both girls out into the elevator. She was going to find that wild blonde, apologize and bring her back today.

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The blonde woman had her straight hair up in a bun and was wrapped tightly in one of her newest trench coat. She pressed the doorbell before stepping back, waiting for the door to open.

A minute passed.

"Misty? It's me. I know you're home because your car's parked downstairs."

Silence.

"Misty… Come on… I'm sorry, okay? Will you just come out?"

Silence.

Cordelia saw no choice but to transmutate herself into the apartment. She looked around for a bit before realising it was empty. No, empty was the wrong word. It was cleaned out.

She felt panic thump against her chest rapidly as shrill pitch began ringing in her ears and Cordelia repressed her emotions long enough to whip out her cellphone to dial for the Cajun, only to hear the familiar ringtone bounce off the same walls she faced. Stepping carefully into the bedroom, she found Misty's phone laying next to a letter, folded with crisped edges, and with sharp cursive handwriting, it wrote, "Cordelia."

"No, no, no," she whispered, "Misty… No… What have you done?" her voice cracking after every word, the lump in her throat growing with each second. Her fingers ghosted over her written name, hoping and praying that this was not it.

Flipping it open with shaky hands, Cordelia stared blankly at the paper.

Dearest Cordelia,

I'd never thought there'd come a day where I will be writing this.

Cordelia feels dizzy and weak, she begins to fall towards to floor when Fiona shows up out of nowhere. "Delia," she calls out in a heartbreaking yell, catching her daughter before she hits the ground.

She watches as her daughter breaks down into a sob that quakes throughout her whole body, slipping from her mother's grasp onto the floor, burying her head in her mother's thighs, gripping onto the fabric of the black dress like a child needing a mother's comfort.

Finding you was the second best thing that ever happened me. The first being Amelie's birth and I am leaving her to you too. Believe me when I say this hadn't come as an easy decision but I know, if she comes with me, she will only have the life before you to come back to everyday and I will not allow that. Where I have chosen to go, I cannot bring her, so please don't tell her that her Momma had abandoned her because that is the furthest thing from truth. I have seen first hand how much you love my daughter and I need you to promise me, you will continue loving her even when I am no longer by your side.

"Cordelia, you're okay. I promise. Just sit up." Fiona says as she puts her hand on her daughter's back, running soothing circles up and down in a repetitive motion.

"I don't think I can do this." Cordelia's voice breaks along with all the strength she once held within her.

"No. You are stronger than this. You want to let this overcome you? My daughter doesn't give up. She fights. She fought to overcome the betrayal her husband put her through, she fought for her daughter, hell, she fought for me. You are not giving up, Delia. You are not."

Please, Dee, do not waste anymore time on me. The past three months have been nothing short of magical but our time is up. In truth, I cannot bring myself to face you anymore. I am not worth your time, but our daughters are. I have nothing to offer to you now, but I promise, when I make something out of myself, I will come back for you. But in the meantime if you find someone else, go for it. You will always fare better without me. Do not blame yourself for my departure. It was my choice and I accept the consequences that come with it.

Cordelia opens her eyes to meet the brown ones of her mother's who slowly turn into the blue ones she missed so much. She momentarily pictures the blonde going about writing this letter, the heavy steps, the crying. Cordelia screws her eyes shut, gasping for air as the poison of sadness coursed through her veins where magic used to be.

"Why does everyone leave me?" Cordelia's pained voice comes through.

Amelie and Julienne, they mean so much to me and when they grow up, I will probably be a hazy distant memory and they will probably wonder how I was really like. Was I nice? Bad? Kind? Amazin'? I am pretty sure I was amazin' but I am leaving the rest of the story to you so please, don't paint me as a villain. There is a box in the drawer of my bedside table and in there, I put a picture of me when I was teeny tiny. And a picture of me with Amelie in the hospital. And the last one is for you, a picture of our perfect family.

Fiona wraps her hands tighter around her daughter as the final breakdown commences.

"Delia, let it all out," Fiona breathed, resting her head on her daughter' s blonde hair as she too, screwed her eyes shut, a single tears sliding down her prominent cheekbone. Wispy hair from age blew in the wind that didn't exist.

There will come a day when I will seek you out again. But until then, read a good book and live life to your fullest. To quote Lin Manuel, love is love is love is love. And I love you. And Amelie. And Julienne.

Cordelia let out a loud cough, choking on her own sadness as the she felt her heart get butchered, her love taken away. This wasn't simple sadness. This was everything between disparity and bitterness. It was grief and heartache, it was the desperation that loomed closely behind.

This was it. She had officially lost Misty. She thought she could only watch as her lover slipped away but now, now there was nothing to look at except the letter that was damp with tears now.

Forever and always.

I love you,

Misty Day

Everything was a void now.

The world went black.

A/N: Next 10 chapters will be up in the next week! Having some trouble uploading the files D: