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Chapter 3: If I told you that I loved you, would you walk away?

The two witches flew in silence through the leyline. Chariot had her arms around Croix's torso, and while flying felt familiar, she still felt somehow nervous.

She was on alert, but at the same time, not.

Everything about her seemed to contradict itself ever since she lost her memories, but what tells her that she wasn't that way before the incident?

"We're almost there." Croix stated. She hasn't spoken much since they left the house. There was still tension between them, one that might linger more than they'd like it to.

"So, are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" The redhead asked, hoping they would leave the leyline soon.

They left right as she asked.

Chariot looked at the building in front of her, old looking but still standing strong. There was a certain tower that caught her eyes. It tugged at her heart strings.

"Welcome to Luna Nova." Croix said, casting a spell around them. "It's better if we keep ourselves invisible. I don't want to deal with the students and professors on our tails."

"This is the school I graduated from?"

"Yeah, we both did. This is where we met." She explained, slowly flying towards the forest. "Actually, this is where you lived your whole life."

Chariot hummed, looking around. She was trying to remember something, anything. If she spent so much of her life here, then she had to remember something, right?

...Right.

It was all blank.

Nothing.

The lilac haired witch carefully landed in an open area, one that brought back so many precious memories, and one that she hoped could trigger something in the redhead.

Chariot stood off the broom, and walked around, exploring the place. For some reason, she felt at ease here. She took a deep breath, smiling at the fresh air.

"This is where we met." Croix started, standing behind her. She kept a good distance, wanting to give the redhead the space she needed. "You were always sneaking past curfew, coming here to perform. You were a rebel, and I managed to catch you." She chuckled to herself.

"Wow." Chariot said, then looked at her 'wife' with a raised eyebrow. "How would you know that, if you didn't sneak out too?"

Croix stared for a moment.

"Touché." Chariot smiled at the answer. "I did want to meet this troublemaker who kept blowing up the school."

"Oh." The redhead's eyes widened. "I did that?"

"On a daily basis. Yes."

"Oops…"

Croix grinned, and crossed her arms, trying to remember the many moments they have shared here throughout the years.

"You used to drag me here at night to show me spells you've been working on. I can't remember how many times you fell on your butt."

"Did you just bring me here to remind me of all the dumb stuff I did?"

"Maybe." Croix smirked, then let out a wishful sigh. "Right after our wedding, we came here. This was our spot, and because it was really personal, we couldn't have our guests see it."

"So we continued to celebrate it here?"

"Yeah. You threw some magic around, like you always would, and we danced." The lilac haired woman explained, and Chariot chuckled softly.

"That sounds romantic."

"Oh yeah, we're the most romantic couple around." Croix joked, and smiled at the sight of her wife opening up a bit.

Chariot kept looking around, trying to imagine what that would have been like, dancing with her wife under the moonlight. Was it fun? Did it make her happy? Was it just the two of them in the world, two people in love?

She couldn't remember, so she couldn't know.

She could however, try something.

She turned to the woman next to her, hesitant and shy. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, especially since she still couldn't see her as anything but a stranger, but she really wanted it. She wanted to remember even a fragment of what that must have felt like.

She carefully tugged at Croix's sleeve, making her look at her in confusion.

Chariot took a deep breath, then asked.

"Could you dance with me?" Croix's eyes widened, and Chariot started to panic. "I mean, maybe if we repeat the same thing, I could remember a bit. It was our special day, wasn't it?" She said, now blushing from embarrassment.

What was she doing, asking this of someone she barely knew?

Someone she felt so safe and comfortable with…

"Of course." Croix gave her a small smile, and the redhead glanced away, not wanting to see the hint of heartbreak in her eyes. The older witch raised her hand, patiently waiting for Chariot to take it.

Chariot took a deep breath, and took it, before resting her hand on her shoulder, while Croix's moved to hold her by the waist.

How many times have they done this?

They slowly moved in sync, and it all felt so natural, like a daily task that you would do automatically without even thinking. It was simple, yet the meaning behind it…

Chariot felt herself moving closer, closing some of the distance between them. At some point, both her hands were placed on her shoulders, and she avoided to look at her, as much as she could.

There was a sadness in her eyes, that tugged at her heart.

How could she feel so torn, over someone she didn't know?

The silence was comforting, peaceful even.

Chariot felt herself relaxing -Although, she was never tense in the first place- and finally looked up, into Croix's emerald eyes. Those eyes seemed surprised to meet her own red orbs, and confusion and worry filled them for a moment, before tenderness took over.

The dance lasted just a bit longer, and when they both stopped, they didn't pull right away.

Chariot kept staring at the lilac haired witch, as if trying to solve a puzzle, and Croix found herself looking away, fearing that if she looked at her any longer, she would give in and pull her close.

There was a heartbeat, strong and different, then it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

The redhead's eyes widened, and she quickly pulled away and looked at anything at the older woman, who in return stared at her in disappointment.

Croix watched as her wife started to close herself off again, and quickly thought of something.

"Oh right, Arcas would want to see you." She said, making her look at her again, much to her relief. She stopped herself from smiling sadly at the confusion in her eyes. "He's your childhood friend, and pet I guess? He's a polar bear." She clarified.

"A bear?"

"A bear." She confirmed, and watched as Chariot's eyes went through multiple stages, from confusion, to fear, to denial, to reluctant acceptance. She smirked at her reaction. "Follow me."

She said, grasping her broom and walking away.

Her other hand lingered behind, as if waiting to be held. She noticed and mentally scolding herself, before shoving it into her pocket.

"So… Arcas is my familiar?"

"Oh, no, that would be Alcor." The lilac haired witch said. "The crow."

"Where is he then?" Chariot asked, still confused over the whole thing, especially the polar bear part.

"He likes to wander off for a day or two. He should be back later." Croix answered, and winced as she imagined how the familiar could take the news.

It wasn't long until they found the gate to the fountain of Polaris, which Arcas has been guarding.

She wondered why he even kept guard. No one has really tried to get in -except for Akko a couple of time, but she's Akko- so there was no need to keep him trapped there.

She stopped and looked around, making sure no one would see them.

"Alright, time to do something that breaks the rules." She said, and Chariot's eyebrows furrowed.

"What what-"

Croix ignored her and used her wand to open the gate, then whistled. It only took a few seconds for the huge polar bear to run towards them, looking almost murderous.

Chariot yelped, and hid behind Croix's back, holding to the fabric of her shirt and hoping that she wouldn't become bear food.

Arcas stopped an inch before Croix, and she didn't flinch, as she became used to this encounter over the years. He then licked her whole face, making her frown in disgust.

Now, that was the thing she couldn't get used to.

Chariot took a look at the bear, and her fear was replaced with comfort and care that surprised her. She took a slow step towards him, and he tackled her to the ground, happy to see her.

Chariot found herself laughing, and ruffling his fur as he mercilessly licked her.

"Stop- Stop that Arcas!" She said, struggling to escape his prison. Croix looked at her in surprise, caught off guard by her response.

Maybe she was just imagining it, and it wasn't the real Chariot talking in that brief moment.

Her thoughts were cut off when Alcor landed on her head out of nowhere.

She blinked before trying to take him off it. "What are you doing here? You're trespassing." She said, and the bird cawed before flying away to the bear. "Hey that's…! That's fair I guess. Good point." She crossed her arms and shrugged at what he said.

Chariot greeted her old friend, and hugged him out of instinct. Her smile has turned sad after a moment, as she stared at them both, trying to remember any memory that involved them.

He scratched Alcor's neck, then patted Arcas' head, and while the gesture has been done so many times before, she remembered nothing.

She sighed.

"What's wrong?" Croix asked, and she looked down at her in worry.

Did she make the wrong decision by bringing her here?

"It's just that everything is so familiar. This place, my friends, you…" The redhead started, and changed her gaze from her two friends, to her 'wife'. "But despite how familiar, how nostalgic it all feels to my body, to my heart… I can't remember anything."

"That's okay." The lilac haired witch said, trying to hide how disheartened she was feeling. She tried her best to fake a smile. She was good at faking after all. "It's going to take time, but we'll get your memories back."

"What if they don't come back?" Chariot asked, her voice just a little louder, frustration slipping past her control. "What if I don't remember anything? What will I do? What will we do?"

Croix's heart sank, and she closed her eyes.

"Let's not… think about that." She said, not knowing what to say, and not wanting to consider the possibility.

Being a scientist meant trying to think of every possible outcome, and thinking of how to handle it.

For once, she rejected that side of her.

She didn't think her heart would take it.

She looked away, wanting nothing but to tell her how much she loved her, something that she has said so many times, for so many years.

Now, she couldn't even look her way without wondering if she was making her uncomfortable, of if she was scaring her off.

Chariot stood up, and took a few steps towards her. She felt the guilt eating her up inside, for putting the witch into such pain. She couldn't imagine what it was like, to love someone and live with them for years, only for them to forget about you.

She didn't want to know how that felt like.

She was in pain too, not knowing how to live with no memory of how her life used to be. She didn't know who she was, who she truly was, what she liked, what she wanted…

All she remembered was the simple things, but nothing that tied her to the people she cared about.

Still, in that moment, those were the last of her concerns, when she looked at her 'wife'.

She did what she thought would be right, because if there is one thing she knew for sure, it was that she hated seeing her like that.

She hugged Croix, surprising her, and whispered. "I'm sorry."

The action shook Croix to her core, making her more conflicted than ever. Her hands moved immediately at the contact, to rest on her back, but she caught herself. She remained frozen for a moment, feeling like her touch could hurt her, like it would drive her away.

So, her hands fell to her side, and they stood like that.