"Congratulations, Bloom and Sky on one year and we wish you many more." There was polite applause from the gathered crowd as Oritel returned to his seat. Bloom smiled at him, then at Sky. Inside she was dying.

One year, twelve months, fifty-two weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes. That is how long she and Sky had been married. One painfully long year.

"I still remember first introducing Sky and Bloom, I knew they would be perfect for each other, and of course, I was right." Bloom scoffed as Stella began her speech. She had not spoken to any of the Winx girls since blowing them off at her wedding. There was no doubt in any of the girl's minds, the Winx were well and truly done. They would pretend of course, pose for pictures, answer questions about the 'good old days' but they were no longer the Winx, no, now they were basically strangers pretending to be friends.

Pretending was something Bloom found herself doing a lot nowadays. Pretending to still be friends with the Winx, pretending to love Sky, pretending she and Valtor weren't having an affair. The last thought made her smile. As it turns out her resolve had been weak. On the three-month anniversary of her marriage Bloom had found herself on the streets of London, looking for the one person she knew she could count on.

-:-

"Bloom, what are you doing here?"

Bloom turned slowly, not sure if she wanted to see the man, she had come to London looking for.

"I came to see you." She whispered, playing with the hem of her shirt.

Valtor chuckled, a deep dark sound that cause Bloom to shiver. "And yet, you refuse to look at me." A gloved hand entered Bloom's line of sight and once again her head was being manipulated so that she had no choice but to look Valtor in the eyes.

The first thing she noticed was how much he had changed. He had traded the familiar purple pants and boots for jeans and combat boots and he was wearing a tee-shirt. His hair was a bit longer and pulled back into a sophisticated looking ponytail. Of course, she could see the similarities as well. He still wore the long burgundy coat she loved, his hands were still covered in the dark purple leather gloves he always wore, and his eyes were the same. Her favorite part of him had not changed at all.

"I miss you." Bloom whispered, no longer caring that she was standing in the middle of a crowded London street.

Her heart shattered as Valtor sneered at her and released her face, unprepared for the sudden movement Bloom felt her face fall as if there had been a string holding it up, a string that had been cut.

"I don't know what you want me to say your highness." Bloom flinched at the hard tone of his voice. Valtor had always been sarcastic, snarky, but never all out rude. He was like a different person, and Bloom knew she was the reason behind the change.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Valtor still said nothing "I din't realize how important you were to me,"

"And despite me telling you how important you were to me you still made me leave on your wedding day. Refused to listen even when I gave you a valid reason to come with me." He turned away from her then, people started to flow between them and Valtor looked as if h was preparing to leave.

"What happened to never giving up." Bloom yelled, several people turned to look at her but only one understood, only one halted their movements. "You said you would be waiting for the day when I would wake up and realized that I am married to a man I hate. Well today I woke up, today I realized that I need you in my life!"

She was still shouting, and several people had stopped to stare at the two of them, Bloom didn't care. Suddenly Valtor moved swiftly towards her grabbing her by the shoulder and pulling her into the alley between two buildings. Before she could register what was happening his lips were pressed to her in a ferocious kiss. Bloom sighed into his mouth and wondered to herself how she had managed to go so long without this. Without him.

-:-

"I congratulate the two of you on one year and wish you many more happy years together." Stella beamed at her former friend and raised her glass towards the couple, the rest of the hall did the same leaving Bloom and Sky to bask in the attention.

"Thank you all for your warm wishes and happy tidings." Sky said, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist and pulling her up so that they were standing together. "We have had such a magical year and we'd like to think that all of you played a part in making our lives together special."

Bloom smiled, kissed her husband's cheek, put on a show for the people who would never know that she and Sky no longer shared a bed, no longer shared a room. The people, friends, and family members who would never know that this small amount of contact between the two of them, the barley there kisses and the arm wrapped around her waist, were more contact than the two of them had shared in nine months.

No, she had her love and it wasn't him, and Sky had Diaspro. Yes, they were perfectly happy to be a couple for show, or at least that's what Sky believed. She would never tell him that she had plans, big plans, ones that would require him to be out of the way sooner rather than later but for today, on their anniversary, the last one they would ever have she would give him this. She would put on a show, smile, wave, talk to her former friends, and he would never know that the tender glances, the sweet smiles and the flirtatious stares were not for him, but for Valtor, who she had sneaked into the palace eight months ago, who was standing in this very hall disguised and planning, well, plotting a way to get rid of all that stood in their way.

I don't know what to say, writers block took me to the boxing ring and beat me down so hard that this chapter took me a year to write. No worries though, in this year I have made a plan, and started on more chapters. Losing What's Mine will, have a total of 20 chapters and I will start attempting to update every week or so. Thank you to anyone who is still with me, sorry for the short chapter and I'll se you in a week or so.