Yes, Miss Goode

its delia.

~ cordelias pov ~

I walked to my garden, the only place i was completely alone. Luna's sweet tail brushed against my legs and I knelt to pet her head. She was only a cat, but she was my most loyal friend.
i picked up my phone, frantically calling the number of the only person i trusted completely in my life.
"Aunt Myrtle?.. it's delia."
i tried to speak calmly despite my panicked state.
"Delia darling! of course it is you, to what do i owe the pleasure? you never tend to call during the spring break, is something the matter? i was just just about to try on my new valentino shoes-"
before she could finish, i interrupted her.
"it's happening again myrtle."
"no.. cordelia.. you know what happened last time with lovely misty. you can't allow it to happen again, dear." she replied softly.
"I know that. i know. but it's worse this time. i almost kissed the girl just now. what am i going to do myrtle? i can't fall in love again. i truly can't." i suppressed my tears to the best of my ability.
"oh dear, i'm so sorry. your still so fragile darling, you can't do it to yourself again."
i knew that. i knew everything she was saying was true and that this was completely wrong, since i was so hurt the previous time.
But everything about y/n felt so right.
"Thank you, aunt myrtle. you're truly the best. i'm sorry for calling at such an hour. sleep well, i'll see you after the break."
"Of course delia. i'm always here, you know that."
i ended the call, putting the phone down on the counter before picking up luna.
i kissed her nose gently and held her lovingly in my arms.
i spoke to her in my high pitched kitten voice.
"what ever am i going to do Luna? hm? Ms Cordelia is so silly, isn't she?"
The cat purred softly and i giggled slightly to myself.
oh my god.
The realisation hit that i was, in fact, very fond of y/n. This wasn't good. it wasn't good at all.