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Memories in the Attic.

Misty Day decides it's finally time to get her old stuff from the attic. Things go sour when she finds a box with all the memories of Cordelia's previous wedding.

Gooday/Mistelia/Foxxay

Fluff and Angst with a happy ending.

The silence of the bedroom upstairs danced along with the soft snores of the two women who lay there on the huge king-sized bed. Misty Day turned around in her asleep state, instinctively wrapping an arm around Cordelia and pulling her closer. Everything was organic with them, even when out of consciousness. The strong arm pressed just at the right spot on Cordelia’s body, pressuring her bladder and causing her to slowly start waking up. With much hesitation, she dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom. Still in her slumber, Misty Day grumpily murmured something incoherent and turned back around, covering herself with their sheet. When Cordelia walked back into the bedroom—now considerably more awake—she chuckled to herself. Cordelia didn’t enjoy getting up so quickly in the morning, but she also didn’t enjoy peeing herself. At least she could get back to bed and cuddle her lover as they always preferred to do. Now that Cordelia was the Supreme, having time for each other could be hard, so they made sure to always make it work one way or another. And so she did, snuggling closely behind Misty and kissing her shoulder. “Sunshine…” Cordelia whispered. She could hear Misty Day’s breath change, and her body shifted gently as it came back from its slumber. “Hmm…” Misty hummed, a smile crawling into her lips instantly. She snuggled even closer to Cordelia, caressing the hand on her own waist. Slowly, blue eyes opened and began to get adjusted to the light. Cordelia kissed her shoulder again, tangling their fingers together. “Mornin’, my love.” Cordelia smiled to herself, nose burying into golden curls. She adored when her girlfriend’s accent peeked through. Misty’s leg reached to tangle in one of Cordelia’s, making sure they were as close to each other as possible. “Why did ya’ leave the bed?” Southern accent dripped from Misty Day’s sleepy voice. “I had to use the bathroom, my love. I’m so sorry I woke you up.” Cordelia caressed Misty Day’s calf with her own foot, feeling the muscles there. Misty Day shook her head. “No worries, baby.” Lazily, Misty turned around. She stared at brown eyes, smiling a little more. Their limbs stayed tangled together, caressing each other. “I was just wonderin’.” A warm palm rested on Cordelia’s cheek, caressing it with the lightness of a feather. Misty Day had always found it somewhat of a blessing to wake up next to the woman she loved so dearly, especially after spending what seemed and was supposed to be an eternity trapped in Hell, with unspoken feelings between the two of them. Her cerulean eyes knew the patterns of that sleepy, gorgeous face to a ‘t’. “Ya’re gorgeous, Delia…” “Oh, sush.” With her cheeks tinting, Cordelia leaned to kiss Misty in a loving, tender kiss. “It’s true,” Misty Day whispered, causing their kiss to break. She pecked her girlfriend’s nose. “You are the most beautiful creature out there, Cordelia.” She kissed her lips again, and this time Cordelia didn’t protest. Instead, she hummed softly, and with a shift in their positions the Supreme found herself underneath her lover, with two strong arms on each side of her head and two toned legs on each side of her body. “Sunshine…” Cordelia murmured, gently pulling away. She cupped Misty Day’s cheeks and caressed them, eyes glued on blue ones. “You are breathtaking.” This time, it was Misty Day’s turn to blush a little. She let out a small giggle, soon connecting their lips again. It wasn’t common, but sometimes Misty woke up a little worked up. Today was one of these days. She kissed her girlfriend with a little more gusto, but soon her ideas were cut short when their alarm went off. Misty Day pulled away to sit up, and Cordelia reached to turn it off. It was Friday, and Fridays were busy. They both knew that. Cordelia had to make sure everything was settled for the weekend, she had to make sure her girls didn’t need anything. Misty Day understood, and she also had plans to help Cordelia in the near future—not yet, though. She still needed time to recover from Hell. Right now, Misty Day focused on

learning how to live again, and doing a thing or two to keep the girls in line when needed. Robichaux was different than how she remembered; the academy had more students now, the classes were well organized and all the girls she knew from before had matured into important witches. Occasionally, Misty Day would get frustrated with herself. She should be helping Cordelia, helping the girls, doing something productive, especially when she was the oldest one of the bunch—34, only slightly younger than Cordelia, who was now 38… but how could she, when the world felt so distant sometimes? Cordelia was the first one to remind her she needed to heal, and day by day she was accepting that. “Already?” Misty Day pouted as she looked down at her girlfriend, who pouted right back. Misty sighed. “I’m sorry, honey… it’s Friday, though. We’ll have all the time in the world for each other this weekend.” Soft fingertips caressed Misty Day’s bare thighs, slipping underneath the baggy Fleetwood Mac t-shirt she had on. Misty groaned, but nodded. Cordelia chuckled. It felt good to feel missed, cared for, wanted around. She never felt like that before Misty. “Come here.” She motioned for her girlfriend, who got the cue and leaned to kiss her lips again. “You’re adorable. I miss you, too.” “Ya’ work too much, Delia.” Misty murmured before kissing Cordelia again. “But I suppose I can wait until tonight to get some snuggles.” “Good.” Cordelia chuckled sweetly. “I’ll be counting the hours.” Misty Day smiled and kissed her lips yet again before pulling away to get up. She had made plans for the day, too. It had been a while ever since she came back from Hell, and after allowing herself to just heal, Misty felt she was finally ready to go through everything she had left at the academy. Cordelia had told her, right when they began dating, that she had kept every single thing Misty left behind, but the thought of going through so many memories and emotions was too overwhelming for Misty. That was until some weeks ago, when she thought about the boxes on the attic and didn’t feel like hyperventilating. Today was going to be the day. She did want her shawls back, after all. The new ones were good, but the old ones carried memories. Once breakfast was done and Cordelia was on her office, Misty Day followed upstairs. Everything was dusty up there, and the dolls that Spalding loved so dearly were no longer taking up the space. Misty figured he had moved on from this plane, and it made her happy to know that, in a sense, he could finally be happy. A cough or two left her lips as she walked through the boxes, blue eyes reading every label. Zoe. Fiona. Myrtle. Cordelia. There it was. Cordelia had explained why there was no boxes with Misty’s name on it: it was simply too painful. When keeping things into her own boxes, no one would dare messing around Misty’s stuff, and the Supreme could hold onto the hope and premise that she was simply doing Misty a favor. She was simply keeping her things until the day she came back. Just like a loving miracle, that was exactly what happened. Barefoot, Misty tiptoed to the boxes with Cordelia’s name on it and pulled one from the dusty corner it sat on. She pushed some boxes away with her feet and sat down on the now emptied space, ready to start her digging. Carefully, Misty Day opened the first box. More particles of dust fled through the air, and Misty waved them away as her eyebrows frowned. She looked inside the box, and right at the top there was a huge book. Carefully, Misty picked it up to get it out of the way, stealing a brief glance of it—she didn’t want to pry on her lover’s personal things, after all, even though Cordelia had made it abundantly clear that she could roam freely through everything that was hers. The book turned out to be an old photo album, labeled ‘Cordelia - Ages 1 through 16.’ Blue eyes scanned the beautiful handwriting, trying to match it to someone. Nothing came up, but she had a few suspicions of who would have taken the time to put together such a sweet thing. And it

was definitely not Fiona. She made a mental note to ask her lover to look through the pictures some other time. Misty could only imagine how adorable her girlfriend was when she was younger. Carefully, she set the album aside and went back to looking through the box. The first box was no luck for what Misty Day was looking for—it seemed to be Cordelia’s memory box, full of albums and documents from when she was younger. Misty’s curiosity peeked, but she would much rather look through that with Cordelia by her side. Just as carefully as she got everything out, Misty Day put everything back in and reached for another box. No luck again. This one had more albums, and although Misty Day found it absolutely sweet how Cordelia had kept some of her childhood toys, that was not what she was looking for. It did make her fall more in love with her, however. The more Misty Day learned about Cordelia, the more she fell in love with her. A particular stuffed animal caught her attention—a white bear, not very huge, and clearly very loved, for its fur was no longer full and the white of it had turned into beige and gray. Misty Day wondered if that had been Cordelia’s favorite toy, and just for a second, she allowed her mind to slip into the lovely imagination of a young Cordelia running around the academy while hugging the bear under one of her arms. Although Misty doubted her lover had been the running-around kind of child. Misty kept the same smile on her lips as she put the box back on, reaching for yet another one. The first thing that popped up when she opened it was a fancy, white lace fabric. Careful ring adorned fingers reached for it, pulling it up to reveal a huge, gorgeous wedding dress. Misty frowned for a second before realization hit her: that was the box of her wedding and life with Hank memories. The smile on Misty Day’s lips fell down. She bit her lower lip, blue eyes scanning the fabric she held up. It was indeed beautiful, and she could picture Cordelia in it perfectly. She sat it aside, and although Misty knew she should have put the box away, something that felt a lot like curiosity—but way darker—made her keep digging through it. This time, her feelings got the best of her. She pulled up an album, and it was easy to see that was Cordelia’s wedding album. Misty stared at the cover. ‘Cordelia and Hank. 2008.’ “No…” Misty murmured to herself and put the album aside. But her blue eyes lingered on it, and so she picked it up again. Hesitantly, she flipped through the first page. Her heart tightened a little. There Cordelia was, in all her glory getting ready for her wedding, with the same dress she had just set aside on. She looked radiant. A bittersweet sensation invaded Misty Day. She knew how that story ended. And although she was thankful Hank was no longer around, she still wished he hadn’t hurt her beloved Cordelia the way he did. Misty thought about closing the album and putting it aside—that was what she should have done. But she didn’t, and instead flicked through the next page. And the next one. And the next one. And so on. More and more pictures flashed in front of her, from Cordelia getting ready, to her entering the aisle, to Hank smiling at her with what could only be described as a very good fake smile, to them holding hands, to Cordelia shedding a tear or two, and to them kissing. And now her lover had a huge ring on her finger and danced intertwined with Hank. Misty gulped. Why that was so painful to see, she had no idea. That was in the past. It was gone. But they were memories of what Cordelia could consider to be happy times… and Misty was not in those memories. It hurt in a very unusual, nonsense way. Misty flicked yet to the next page, and a piece of paper covered what seemed to be a bunch of pictures of the wedding decorations. Misty Day licked her lips, pondering on what to do as if she wasn’t going to grab the sheet and read it. And so she did. And her heart sank just a little more. Cordelia’s vows. I still remember how it felt when you first hugged me in that November afternoon. It

was cold and raining, and I had forgotten to take an umbrella. With no hesitation, you offered me yours. I knew right then you were going to be someone special. To this day, my heart beats faster when I see you. To this day, every single kiss we share gives me butterflies. I feel so lucky to be the one you’ve chosen to call your wife. I’m forever yours, as I know you’ll be forever mine. When Misty finished reading the last words, a tear blurred the ink as it fell down from one of her eyes. “Shit,” she murmured, sniffling as she reached to wipe her cheeks dry. Forever yours. The words stuck to her mind and danced around in a loop, tightening her heart a tiny bit more each time they repeated themselves. Misty Day’s stomach had begun hurting at some point. Why did Cordelia keep all that, after all? Misty put the sheet back inside the album and, without thinking, looked back inside the box. She sniffled again, silent tears sliding down her cheeks and blurring her vision. Something hurt. And it hurt a lot. And Misty Day didn’t have the mind to stop and protect herself; she wanted to hurt. She wanted to go through the end. She wanted to see what else Cordelia kept. And so she pulled a small box from inside, which she opened to reveal the very same ring from the pictures. It sparkled brightly, and Misty figured it had probably costed more than anything she had ever owned. Was that why Cordelia kept it? That was the least hurtful theory. She held it between her thumb and pointer finger, studying the jewelry. Cordelia had once carried it in her finger with pride. Inside the ring, two initials were stamped: H.S. Misty Day didn’t care to know what the ‘S’ stood for. She put it back into its place and looked inside the box again. Another tear fell down. There were some papers left, and Misty had clearly done enough reading for the day. Right now, she needed her Swamps. Not nearly as neatly as she found everything, Misty Day put it all back in and set the box aside. She got up and followed to her shared bedroom with Cordelia to grab some shoes, and, without minding to let anyone know, discretely made her way out of the academy and south. She needed fresh air, needed to smell the mud and remind herself of her roots. Being burned alive didn’t compare to how much her heart hurt right now. It made no sense. Misty Day didn’t understand, but she also didn’t give it much thought. She felt bad. And that she was sure of. Turmoil was something she had grown used to, but this time it involved Cordelia. Cordelia had always been her happy place, and right now, her happy place made her sting and twist with pain in a way she couldn’t understand. Cordelia was with her, right? Those things were all in the past, right? Hank was dead. Why did it hurt so much? Misty didn’t know.

With a sigh, Cordelia eyed the clock. Her head hurt, and it was past lunch-time. Misty hadn’t come get her for lunch. She frowned. Reaching for her phone, Cordelia scrolled through her notifications; there was nothing from Misty there. Cordelia knew her lover was going to do some digging upstairs, and figured she had gotten carried away. Misty Day would probably knock on her door at any time now, with that gorgeous face and wearing one of her old shawls. Convincing herself everything was alright, the Supreme got back to work. Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, then twenty-five, then forty. Cordelia’s stomach growled. Something was off. As she got up from the chair, there was a knock on the door. Cordelia’s heart skipped a beat as she smiled in relief. “Misty?” The door slowly cracked open, and a head full of brunette locks peeked inside. “No, I’m sorry.” Zoe smiled shyly. “I thought she was with you?” “It’s alright.” Cordelia shook it off as she placed her glasses on top of the pile of papers on her desk. She was back at worrying. “Why so?” “She didn’t have lunch and neither did you, so I assumed…?” “No…” Cordelia licked her lips, thoughts racing. Her head throbbed still. “Has anyone seen her?” “Only at breakfast, with you.” The new information caused Cordelia’s heart to pick in speed in a not delightful way. Misty always ate something in the middle of the morning, how come she didn’t get out of the attic even to have her famous mid-morning bagel—it had become a sort of innocent joke between the two of them, for Cordelia found it funny, in a sweet way, how much Misty Day could eat. “I’ll look for her. Continue with the schedule as usual, please.” The Supreme grabbed her phone and slipped it into one of the pockets in her trousers, walking to the door. Zoe stepped aside. “Call me if you need anything.” “I will. Thank you, Zoe.” Without even noticing she hadn’t helped Zoe with whatever she had knocked on her door for, Cordelia stormed through the halls of the academy. Her heels clacked on the floor, disturbing the pleasant atmosphere. She went straight to the attic, stomach still growling but focus not on it anymore. Did anything happen with Misty? Had her old belongings caused her to get overwhelmed? Cordelia had many hypotheses and no answers. Her heels clacked on the stairs to the basement now, and when she got onto it, brown eyes lost all the hope they carried in finding her lover there. Cordelia looked around in search of a clue, but everything seemed in place, almost as if Misty hadn’t been there at all. She stepped in, searching for the boxes with her own name written on them. After a minute of scanning the cardboard, she found them at the corner, not nearly organized as the others. Misty was here. Cordelia walked to the boxes and knelt down, hands reaching for them. Before she could open anything, however, she noticed an envelope on the floor, Tiffany blue and spared from the dust. Cordelia knew that envelope very well, but reached for it just to make sure. Careful fingers lifted the small tab and reached for what was inside. It was, indeed, what Cordelia had expected to be: Her wedding invitation. It had been years ever since she had thought about her wedding—or Hank, for that matter—and her mind took a second to get used to all the feelings she suddenly had going on. Why was that there? Where was Misty? Her name right next to Hank’s left a bitter taste in her mouth. How even had she been married to him? After falling in love with Misty Day, any previous relationship seemed meaningless to her. With her eyebrows furrowed, Cordelia reached for the closest box and opened it. Her wedding dress poked out of it, not folded but quite literally stuffed in there. The Supreme knew she hadn’t been the one to put it away like that. And then it hit her. And her fingers frantically reached further and pulled the album Misty had held just a few hours ago. She opened it straight into the page where the sheet of paper was, and the ink that had been smudged by Misty’s tear had left a small mark on one of the

pictures of that page. It was recent. It had happened today. Cordelia’s palms began to sweat. It was clear what had happened. “No, no, no… oh, God.” She put it all back into the box in a rush, chest tight and stomach turning—not only from hunger. Once again, Cordelia ran through the halls of the mansion, following straight to the shared bedroom with her lover. No one was there. Brown eyes grew teary. With a last twinkle of hope, Cordelia went to the greenhouse. Nothing, once again. She took a deep breath. They had never had anything like that happen to them before, happen to their relationship. Was Misty gone again? What if she didn’t want to come back? In desperate moves, she grabbed her phone and called Misty. No one picked up. She called again. Nothing. Cordelia rested her hips against the table, palms covering her face. She took another deep breath, trying to keep her tears inside and make her mind work. There was only one place Misty Day could be: The Swamps. And that’s where Cordelia went to, driving in outstandingly high speeds and with sniffles mingling into the traffic sounds. Her hunger had turned into nausea. What if Misty wasn’t there? What if she had decided to leave for good? It was not like Misty Day to do that, but Cordelia’s head was spinning, and deep inside her, Fiona’s voice echoed with all kinds of hurting words: ‘You deserve it’, ‘Misty is too good for you’, ‘You’ll always be unlovable.’ Cordelia needed it to stop. She parked the car the closest she could to Misty Day’s shack—which wasn’t close at all—and began to walk. Her nice shoes and beautiful trousers would be full of mud by the time she reached her destination, but Cordelia couldn’t care less. She could wash them. She could buy new ones. She could do whatever. But she had to find Misty. The rest she could deal with later. When the shack finally appeared between the trees, Cordelia let out a sigh. She walked just a little faster, and as she pushed the door open, huge, swollen blue eyes stared at her from the bed. “Cordelia? What—what are you doing here?” Misty Day sat up. She frowned, and her eyes studied her lover’s features. Cordelia had been crying, too. It broke her heart, as if it weren’t already in pieces. “I—you—I couldn’t f-find you anywhere.” Cordelia shut the door and walked to the bed, tears falling freely now. Misty Day didn’t expect—or didn’t really think about it—for Cordelia to get so distraught due to her missing. In retrospective, that wasn’t a very smart idea due to everything they both had endured when it came to their relationship. She gulped, and before she could answer her lover, Cordelia had nearly fallen onto the bed and to her arms, holding her tightly. Misty blinked a few times, pulling her closer and just allowing Cordelia to cry on her shoulder. “Delia… Cordelia, it’s okay…” Misty whispered. One of her hands cradled the Supreme’s head, caressing the blonde locks. Any negative feelings she could be feeling for Cordelia had vanished; vanished when she saw her scared brown eyes and wet cheeks, vanished when she realized Cordelia had managed to find her, vanished when she felt her sobbing so close to her. “N-no… you—the box, you found it a-and… and I don’t k-know what you thought, but it’s not it.” Cordelia pulled away to stare into blue eyes. Her own were still struggling with the falling tears, and her hands reached for Misty Day’s, holding them firmly but not firm enough to hurt. “Baby, ya’ need to breathe.” Misty could swear she had never seen her lover like that before, so desperate, so scared. She couldn’t help but feel guilty. “No, I need… I w-want to clarify everything you m-might be thinking. I k-know that hurt you, I was stupid for k-keeping it and allowing you to see it, I should have—I should have b-been more careful. I’m s-so stupid, I’m such a f—“ “No, you are not,” Misty was quick to cut her lover when she realized the route things were taking. She let go of one of her hands to carefully tuck a lock of golden hair back on the Supreme’s ear. Misty Day shook her head. “Ya’ are not

stupid, Cordelia. Let alone a failure.” The Supreme had grown quiet, but silent tears still fell down her cheeks. Misty took a deep breath, blue eyes growing misty. “I… I shouldn’t have left the academy. I didn’t—I didn’t think it would affect ya’ like that, Delia…” “How—how could it n-not?!” Cordelia didn’t understand. And her voice had rose up in a way it never did with Misty Day. She was frightened. Losing Misty again would be a fatal accident. “I was s-so scared! I thought y-you had left for good! I thought I w-would never see you a-again! I—I know it’s dumb! I know! B-but I couldn’t h-help i-it… I couldn’t.” Breathing was becoming hard. Her chest hurt and the words came out in weird patterns. Misty Day was quickly realizing she had stepped into a territory they had to discuss. And one she had to never step again. They would discuss it later, Misty would tell Cordelia how she felt later, right now she was concerned her lover would faint, or turn blue. “A-angel… angel, you need to breathe,” Misty Day repeated. Cordelia wanted to keep talking, she wanted to scream—not at Misty, just in general—and somehow put her own thoughts and feelings inside Misty Day so she could understand what her words weren’t capable of explaining. But her lover was right, she needed to breathe. Her chest kept on hurting, and each time she breathed in, the air came into her lungs in strangled patterns. Brown eyes fell down. If Misty didn’t leave her before, with the show she was giving now she certainly would. As if reading her thoughts, as it always happened with them, soft, ringed fingers cupped Cordelia’s cheeks. They stared at each other. “Cordelia, I am never leaving you. Never.” As light as a feather, Misty wiped the tears away from her lover’s gorgeous face, caressing her red skin on the way. “I love ya, Cordelia. I love ya so much. Nothing could ever pull me away from you, do you hear me?” Misty Day didn’t know how she had managed to make her voice not tremble, for she was a pile of nerves right now, but she was damn glad she did. Cordelia would always be her priority. Always. Quietly, the Supreme nodded. Her eyes wanted to leave Misty’s, wanted to look away in shame, but the blue oceans carried so much affection it was quite impossible not to feel at home. Misty smiled a little, tender and filled with love. “I’m sorry I scared you so much, my love… that was never my intention.” She leaned to peck Cordelia, lingering there so she could hopefully make her feel all the love that kiss was supposed to radiate. It seemed to have worked, for the Supreme’s shoulders fell down relaxedly and Misty Day could hear Cordelia taking a deep, steady breath. After a few seconds, Cordelia nodded again, as if assimilating all the information a little more. She broke their kiss, staring into blue eyes once again. “I f-feel so stupid…” “No, baby. You’re not stupid at all.” Misty shook her head. She didn’t like the way her lover’s brown hues carried such a sad feeling to them. She felt a hand caressing one of her curls, and instantly leaned against it. “I just didn’t think. I didn’t… I didn’t think.” There was no better way to describe why Misty had acted in such a way. Had she thought about it for one second, she would have realized how bad the idea of simply leaving the academy without letting anyone—specially Cordelia—know was a terrible idea. They had discussed how the Supreme felt about everything countless times, Misty herself had been there for the nightmares that clouded the Supreme’s sleep occasionally. It was rare, usually Misty was the one to wake up in tears in the middle of the night, but it had happened once or twice. “I failed y-you.” “Misty… no, d-don’t say it like that.” It was never Cordelia’s intention to make Misty Day feel bad, either. This time, blue pearls were the ones to fall down. Cordelia gulped, reaching to hold her lover’s hands that now rested on her lap. “Sunshine… it was just a misunderstanding. I-I failed you, too, then.” “No…” Misty murmured. “See? You don’t want me to say that… you know I d-didn’t

mean to hurt you. It’s the same way with you.” Cordelia hoped that the perspective would help Misty. Misty Day sighed, understanding in a way what her lover meant. She looked back up at brown eyes. It eased Misty a little, to realize they were no longer gloomy in color. “I won’t do it a-again, then.” Cordelia smiled a little. “And I’ll explain to you why I have all that… shit up there.” The use of the curse word caused Misty to chuckle lightly. Cordelia smiled a little bit more. They both knew it was unusual for the Supreme to curse. “Can we cuddle while we talk?” Misty felt safer that way. And she suspected that right now, Cordelia would do so, too. “Please.” The Supreme nodded. Misty was spot on. They moved up to the pillows, Cordelia kicked her shoes off and they stared at one another, legs intertwined and arms resting on each other’s waist. She kissed Misty Day’s nose before they started their talk. “I didn’t mean to pry, ya’know…” Misty Day began, low and softly. Cordelia nodded. “I didn’t think you were prying, angel. I gave you full permission to look through my boxes.” “Not that one,” Misty murmured. “Yes, that one. I didn’t even remember it was there, honestly.” Cordelia caressed her lover’s waist, wanting to bring Misty comfort—and also do something to distract her nervous brain. She gave a few seconds for Misty to say something, and when she didn’t, Cordelia continued with her words. “When we got divorced, right when you got to the academy, I put everything in boxes. All of his stuff, and all of the stuff that I kept over the years regarding our relationship. It wasn’t much, mainly the wedding memories. All the sentimental gifts he had given me when we were dating I just donated—they were mostly stuffed toys and letters, which I threw away.” Misty listened carefully, eyes focused on Cordelia. Her ringed fingers, just like the Supreme’s, caressed her girlfriend’s waist. “I put everything on the attic—I mean, Myrtle did. I couldn’t really see when that happened. And just left it there. I don’t think there’s much use to all that… I can maybe sell the ring, donate the dress, but the pictures and everything, I don’t know. I…” Cordelia licked her lips, pondering on her next words. “I was young when we got married. Naive. Stupid.” Misty shook her head, but didn’t interrupt. “I’ve never really told anyone that before, but having a wedding and celebrating love—truelove—was something I’ve dreamt ever since I was a little girl.” Brown eyes distanced themselves. Cordelia smiled a little. “Hank helped with nothing. I planned the whole thing, thinking he was just happy to see me living one of my dreams. Looking back, I know he didn’t help because he simply didn’t care. The wedding had no meaning to him.” The smile on Cordelia’s face disappeared, and Misty Day’s heart sank once again. How could Hank have had that wonderful woman and not been completely at her mercy? Misty didn’t understand. She simply didn’t understand how people could be at Cordelia’s presence and not feel all the splendor she was. “So… in a way, I think I haven’t really done anything with my wedding memories because… it’s painful.” Cordelia shrugged softly. Her eyes had grown teary again. “I envisioned everything with so much care and love, not because of Hank, but because I wanted to do justice to that little girl who thought one day, she’d have it all. A-and the wedding was beautiful. It was everything I’ve a-always wanted. Aunt Myrtle s-spared no money. And yet… the t-thing I wanted the most—to feel loved, t-to feel enough—was forgotten in the middle of everything. When I went to b-bed that day, with Hank completely w-wasted and already asleep by the t-time I finished getting ready, I felt… empty. There was no meaning to all that.” Cordelia sniffled, and Misty reached to cup her cheek and wipe a tear away. Her own eyebrows drew closer, frowning sadly. “I had the most beautiful w-wedding, but there was nothing to celebrate. Speaking out loud and t-thinking about it, now, I suppose—I s-suppose I kept everything because of that

little girl. A way of telling her I d-did my best. I… I tried.” Cordelia looked down, face scrunching up with tears. Misty Day felt her own eyes matching her lover’s, and she held back her emotions for now. She understood Cordelia perfectly, as she always did. The memories had nothing to do with Hank. “Baby… I’m so sorry.” Misty caressed Cordelia’s cheekbone with her thumb, waiting for her to look back up. When she did, blue eyes grew softer. “I understand. I do.” Cordelia sniffled again, smiling sadly. Weirdly enough, she was not ashamed. She had expected that conversation to bring her so many negative emotions, but in reality… all she felt was love for the woman beside her. Misty Day had shown her what being loved felt like. Myrtle had been the only reference point up until she met Misty, but Myrtle was like a mother to her. Not a lover. Not a soulmate. “Don’t be.” Cordelia shook her head. She sniffled and opened a genuine, tiny smile. “I have everything, now.” It took a second for Misty Day to understand what Cordelia meant, but when she did, the smile that spread across her face was priceless. Cordelia’s own smile grew in size. “I wouldn’t do a-anything different, my love. It all led m-me to you. All that… it was a s-small price compared to what y-you mean to me.” “Delia…” Misty Day’s cheeks tinted. She bit her lower lip for a second, smile still stamped on her lips. She didn’t believe Cordelia had to go through all that; they would have found each other, one way or another. But now was not the time to get into specifics. She was just glad her lover was there, with her. “Ya are the best thing that I’ve ever h-had.” “And you’re mine.” Cordelia whispered. She leaned closer to Misty, and they kissed so lovingly it nearly made them both break down in tears. Cordelia put her lover closer by the waist, caressing her. In that moment, there was not even a single doubt in Misty Day’s mind that she would, eventually, give Cordelia the day of her dreams. Somewhere in the near future. Soon. Right now, they both felt complete.

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Memories in the Attic.

Misty Day decides it's finally time to get her old stuff from the attic. Things go sour when she finds a box with all the memories of Cordelia's previous wedding.

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Fluff and Angst with a happy ending.

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