There is some self indulgence in this chapter, it's a bit less happy than the rest so i'm sorry for that.

Chariot Du Nord wasn't the kind of person to get jealous, she wasn't possessive either, so when these feelings made their way to her chest, she didn't know what to call them.

It happened when professors from other schools visited, because of important matters and ties. The redhead didn't have any details on what they were discussing this time, but she knew Holbrooke would leave it to Croix to convince them. It wasn't something that Finneran approved of, but she did manage to convince a whole school once with the SSS.

Croix was a sweet talker and she knew exactly how to manipulate people into doing what she wanted. Fortunately, she stopped trying those tricks unless it was for business.

It was still… concerning, but she was trying her best.

The issue here was that, no matter how oblivious Chariot could be at times, she was aware of how attractive other people find her.

It wasn't that Chariot didn't trust her, no, she trusted her with her life. However, she couldn't help but feel her heart sinking when she looked from a distance and saw her getting along with the other professors, or how some… looked at her.

It wasn't jealousy, she couldn't label it as jealousy.

It was more of… she wouldn't blame her if she ever left her for someone else.

Chariot wasn't a fool. She looked at herself everyday in the mirror and… she hated it. She was shallow, she wasn't pretty, and the only thing going on for her was her red and wild hair.

She was an anxious mess, she was clumsy, and she wasn't all that smart.

All she ever does is mess up and she wondered why was Croix putting up with her. Why was she with her? Why didn't she go and find someone better?

Chariot was never good at anything, she even failed at performing, and she wasn't a good teach either. She'd pretend that it doesn't bother her, but the students never pay attention to her class, they'd even talk over her sometimes. It was as if she wasn't there.

She and Croix were polar opposites.

Croix left an impression everywhere she went, she was quick to leave an impact, and she always had a presence that couldn't be ignored. She was there, and no one could ignore her, whether she was being her usual smug self, or awkwardly trying to be nice to someone.

She was always like a strong light in a dark room.

Chariot was nothing but a shadow, stepped over, ignored, sometimes she'd wonder if she even exists.

Sighing, she turned-unaware that she caught Croix's eyes- and walked away. She couldn't look at them anymore, it hurt her too much. It felt as if a hand was tightly gripping her heart, trying to crush it.

Chariot walked and walked, and she had no idea where she was going. Her vision was blurry from the tears, and she has been trying to wipe them for a while but they just wouldn't stop falling.

At some point, she stopped because she didn't want to walk into something, and used her sleeves to dry her tears.

"There you are." She was too focused on her thoughts and her fears that hearing someone else's voice made her flinch. "I've been looking for you."

"Croix…?" Chariot's heart raced, and she avoided looking at her. The older witch was sitting on her roomba, staring at her in concern. Chariot refused to turn to her. She might have hid her tears, but she wasn't too subtle. Her voice was cracking, and her shoulders were shaking.

She was crying, and that realization hurt Croix.

"Chariot, what's wrong?" She asked, with the softest tone she could master. She got off her roomba and walked towards, before carefully placing her hands on her shoulders. "Please look at me."

"Nothing… Nothing is wrong." The redhead said, stuttering. She was quivering, and the lilac haired witch wanted nothing but to pull her into her arms and soothe her pain.

It had always been like this, even when they were 'enemies'. Seeing Chariot in pain, put her in pain as well. Every time she hurt her or lied to her she felt a stab to her heart because she loved her so much, more than anyone should ever be allowed to love, more than any person should ever be able to. If she had to give up her own life for Chariot she'd give it without even blinking.

"It's stupid." Chariot whimpered, hugging herself.

"It's not." Croix said, and finally managed to make her turn, and she forgot how to breathe when her eyes met with red watery orbs. The slight quiver of her lips, the redness of her wet face, and the glassy eyes all stabbed her in the heart.

But before Croix could do anything, some students passed by.

"Hey! Is that professor Ursula crying?"

"Did professor Croix break her heart again?"

Again?

Croix growled at them, before sitting on her broom and pulling a surprised Chariot into her lap, making the students stare.

"Let's talk elsewhere." She said, holding a flustered Chariot close to her, as if afraid that even the wind could harm her. Once they were at a distance, in the sky, she spoke again. "So, what's wrong?"

Chariot hesitated, scared of what she'd think of her. She couldn't imagine her life without her, she never wanted her away, that's why these thoughts hurt so much. She buried her face in her shoulder, the warmth of her lover reassuring her.

"I… saw you with the professors, and I don't know what came over me." She admitted, ashamed of herself. "I… I felt…"

"Jealous?" Croix tried, although she couldn't stop her surprise from slipping through her tone. Chariot knew she'd never cheat on her, right?

"No… well, maybe. Not because I don't trust you but because I… don't think I'm good enough." Chariot confessed, clinging to her. She couldn't silence the voices inside her head, the doubts, the self loathing, she couldn't do anything about all of it.

But Croix could, even if just for this moment. She could silence them, until Chariot could someday silence them herself.

"You're perfect the way you are, Chariot. You're so much more than enough." Croix said, with a smile as she pulled away to look into those red orbs she'd often get lost into. "I only love you, and I would choose you again every time." She kissed her forehead, and pushed a few hair stands behind her ears.

Chariot found herself crying again, but this time it wasn't because of her thoughts, her doubts, or fears, but because she had Croix with her and that was all she needed. She threw her arms around her again, and smiled.

"I love you so much."