After Happily Ever After

Luz Noceda

My name is Luz Noceda. I'm eighteen years old. I like anime, The Good Witch Azura, music, magic and my girlfriend, Amity. Honestly I'd say like is a understatement. I love her. She's so beautiful. We're not like most couples, and I don't mean that because we are girls, meaning our relationship is not as accepted in the human Realm. Fortunately, the Demon Realm is much more excepting of relationships like ours. Gay couples are seen as equal as straight couples. And just when I thought I couldn't love the Ilses anymore. It surprises me. So when I say that we're not like most couples, I don't mean that because we are the same sex, I mean it for various different reasons. The most obvious one is the fact that 'I'm human and she's not. I know, sounds like the whole Twilight ordeal, but without the toxic love triangle where two supernatural creatures fight over a minor.

No me and Amity are different in our own ways. Like how how we've always been together since we were fourteen. Most people say that young relationships aren't supposed to last that long and that we'll break up eventually. But we're not most people. We're Luz and Amity. I mean who's to say that we won't last. 

I stare at the beautiful witch who is asleep in my arms. She looks so peaceful, especially since she's been so stressed out recently. I think this is the first time that she has gotten sleep in a while with the work she has been doing. I think about last night and our conversation. How scared she looked, like I could disappear at any moment. It's been a while since I had seen her so  vulnerable. She hasn't been this bad since I told her I died, and the aftermath of that confession. She started having panic attacks every time I wasn't around her. She used to have really bad nightmares, so I used to have to come round the manor at night to help soothe her to sleep or she wouldn't go back to sleep otherwise. She refused to go to sleep with Emira, Edric and Alador consoling her. She would only sleep if I was the one holding her. I guess she needed some reassurance that I am still alive, which is why when we cuddled she always rested her head on my chest just to hear my heartbeat.

I have to say Alador has done his best over the years to improve his parenting. He now is actually a decent dad and did his best to be there for her. When she struggled with her mental health after I told her of my previous passing  and this unhealthy obsession with having me around for reassurance that I was alive had gone on for a few months, Alador decided to get Amity the help she needed by sending her to a therapist. She was finally diagnosed with severe anxiety that was caused by childhood trauma that her bitch of a mother put her through. Of course my temporary death put more on her mind to the point she developed a separation anxiety where she struggled with staying away from me for short periods of time. And me and my stupid fucking guilt ridden brain kept apologising for telling her what happened. She kept insisting that I didn't do anything wrong and that she was glad I told her, since we both promised that we would have no more secrets.

I'm glad Amity is in a much better state than before. The therapist has given her some advice and techniques to help cope with her anxiety. After a long talk about it, I decided to buy her a stress relief bracelet which she sometimes wears on her wrist whenever she is feeling anxious. Alador has been a big help and had been very understanding. He lets me come over whenever I want since he knows that I am one of the only things that can calm her down. So congratulations to him. He went from being a father to being a actual dad. Though I suppose that there's a difference between a father and a dad. It's like that Guardians Of The Galaxy quote; he might have been your father but I have always been your daddy!

And while Amity has been progressing a lot she still has a lot to deal with to manage her anxiety. I have known her long enough to know how to tell if she is feeling anxious. She tends to pace if she's getting to worked up over something. Or she might jolt her leg up and down to calm her nerves. Sometimes she plays with her hair, but she does that sometimes anyway so it really depends on how intense her strokes through her hair is. Amity also doesn't like to speak a lot when she is nervous, and if it does then it will come out as rapid sentences which makes her kind of sound like she's rapping. But sometimes all she needs is a hug and some encouraging words. She also needs lots of kisses to cheer her up too.