Yours, Mine, Ours.

tomorrow's unspoken

That night you called Billie, or rather she called you, and you got to share the events of your day with her. You thanked her for instilling in you this version of yourself that you wouldn't have known even existed without her.

Of course, she humbly took no credit for it, praising you for your efforts and your efforts alone. Billie was passionate in what she believed, and she believed that she was only responsible for the support she gave you as you grew and changed.

You supposed that was right, but it still felt wrong to dismiss how much of an effect she had on you and the person you had become this past month alone. But you let it go, settling to hear about her day and how the shoot was going.

Apparently it was pretty tiring, but hearing from you made it worth it. You couldn't help but blush at that. The two of you talked for at least an hour before she had to go, although she was now two hours behind you, it was still late and she had to get up incredibly early. So early you cringed.

You were sad to say goodnight, but proud of your girlfriend for working so hard and being so diligent. She was truly an inspiration and you looked up to her a lot.

You sighed after hanging up, glancing at the clock to see it was midnight already. You had to get up pretty early too. Not nearly as early as Billie, in fact, she would be awake before you would, but still early enough to make you immediately get up and get ready for bed.

You weren't sure when Cordelia would want to talk to you. Whether she'd bite the bullet and do it tomorrow, or leave you guessing in anxiety for the next week until she worked up the courage.

You had no idea who Cordelia was anymore. There was no telling what version of her existed at this point and time.

Billie had been incredibly supportive when you told her everything. You hadn't left out a single detail, opting to be as honest as you could. It wasn't a secret that Billie didn't like Cordelia (not that Cordelia particularly liked Billie either) but she knew that this was still a fresh wound. That Cordelia wouldn't give up so easily.

But Billie was different from Cordelia in the way that she was secure. She had no reason to worry. Billie trusted you, it was Cordelia she didn't really trust. Nonetheless, she was supportive over the "one last conversation" and encouraged you to listen to whatever Cordelia wanted to say.

She brought no shortage of support earlier in the conversation either, when you told her about the conversation you and Cordelia already had. You could hear her pride through the phone as you explained how easy it was. How confident and unyielding you had been. Billie was ecstatic for you.

You truly loved and adored Billie so much, and you could feel that she felt the same for you. Still, she always reminded you. There was never a shortage of the three words with Billie and everything made so much sense with her.

You couldn't help but thank the universe for her magic. Although Cordelia had broken many parts of you, Billie was now here to not only mend them, but help you mend them yourself.

It made you realize how much of a true partnership your relationship with Billie is, and how much your relationship with Cordelia was not.

Cordelia had been a first love. An infatuation with the meaning of love and finding out what it meant. With Billie, it was true partnership. True learning and strength that never would've happened with Cordelia.

A part of you, though you felt shameful for it, wished it had been different with Cordelia. It could've been amazing, to have what you have with Billie, with Cordelia.

You didn't like the times you found yourself imagining how different it could've been. What the two of you could've accomplished and become if things had been different.