Let Me Be Your Home

Cordelia's POV

TW: Mention of Suicide

Where did she go?

I remain in the greenhouse for 20 minutes after Lucy leaves, hoping that she just needs some time to process, and that she'll come back to me. But at this point, I'm starting to worry. 

I leave the greenhouse, heading back into the Academy. I hurry up the stairs to Lucy's room, and quickly knock on the door. I've got to make sure she's alright. I continue to pound on the door, but get no answer. Finally, I decide to just go in. 

I'm met with an empty room as I enter. She's not here. I glance towards the closed bathroom door, seeing the light from inside it. "Lucy!" I call, but receive no answer. I start to pound on that door too, yet I can't hear anything from inside. God, what if she's hurt? Pushing aside my concerns, I fling open the bathroom door.

I see her lying on the floor, and I immediately search for the blue of her eyes, wanting to see staring back at me and letting me know she's there. 

But the tide has turned. Her eyes are closed, never to look into mine again. I sink to my knees, crawling to touch her already-too-pale skin. The bottle of pills lays next to her on the floor.

What has she done? My sweet Lucy... she has to come back to me.

Vitalum Vitalis. That's what must be done. 

I say the incantation. I perform the spell, but I'm barely aware that I'm doing it. My entire focus is on saving her.

I lower my face to hers, breathing the breath of life into her mouth. 

Please let this work.

I remain only inches away from her, staring at the lids that separate my gaze from her ocean blue eyes. I watch her face, searching for something, anything.

My heart skips a beat as her eyelids flutter open, and my face is the first thing she sees. I don't hesitate before pressing my lips against hers, kissing away my panic that I'd never see her again.

She only pauses for a split second before returning my kiss. Our lips move in perfect counterpoint, like a melody colliding with harmony.

I finally pull my lips away from hers, and her face falls as she realizes that she's alive. "What have you done, Delia?"

I hold her face in my hands, wiping away the tears that drip onto her from my own eyes. "What have I done? What have you done, my love? Why did you leave me?"

She sits up, grabbing a piece of paper that had been lying beside her. I hadn't even noticed it. My eyes scan the suicide note, taking in the depth of her sacrifice. When I've finished reading, I stare at her. We just look into each other's eyes, speechless. Then, Lucy breaks the silence. "Please," she says. "I can't live without you."

"What makes you think I can live without you?" I reply, tears still rolling down my cheeks. 

She looks away from me, shaking her head. "I don't know. I just know that you don't deserve to die because of me. I don't want to live if it means you can't."

"Sweetheart, I don't know how to tell you this..." I start.

"What?"

"When a witch commits suicide, she forfeits her powers, even if she is brought back. I'm sorry, but you're not a witch anymore."

Her face brightens. "So, I'm not the next Supreme anymore?"

"No, Lucy," I say. Then, I get it too. "Which means we have the rest of our lives to spend together." I smile back at her. Her eyes fill with happy tears, and she kisses me.