Aphmau: MyStreet Season 7-One Last Time

Episode 7

WARNING: MELICINDA (Melissa x Lucinda ship)

Lucinda's POV

The gentle chime of the doorbell echoed through the small pharmacy as I watched another customer leave, their bag filled with remedies and advice that once, not too long ago, I might have conjured with a flick of my wrist. The sight of those little bottles and tablets still felt foreign to me, despite how familiar they'd become.

Sighing softly, I leaned against the counter, my fingers tracing the edges of a mortar and pestle that sat as a decorative piece—a quiet reminder of what I used to be, what I used to do. The magic had once flowed through me so naturally, like breathing. But now, the closest I could get to it was compounding creams and mixing herbal remedies, my potions of the mundane world.

"Lu?"

There was only one girl that called me that nickname...

And that was...Melissa...

Melissa's voice suddenly pulled me from my deep thoughts, the warmth in her tone bringing a big smile to my lips. I'd looked up to see her standing in the doorway, her presence as comforting as ever. 

"Hey," I said, greeting her, my heart lifting a bit at the sight of her. "Busy day?"

"Same as always," she'd replied, walking over to the counter. 

There was a softness in her gaze that made my chest tighten, a reminder of how much she meant to me.

"How about you? How's the witchy pharmacist business?" She'd asked me.

I chuckled lightly, a sound that felt more genuine when she was around. "It's... different. But it's helping people, so I guess it's still kind of magical in its own way."

Melissa smiled, leaning on the counter beside me. She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear—a simple gesture, but one that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. "You're still amazing, you know that? Even without your powers, you're doing so much good."

Her words, as always, touched something deep within me. Losing my magic had felt like losing a part of myself, a core piece of my identity ripped away by the cruel hands of fate. But Melissa never let me wallow in that loss for too long. She always had a way of seeing the strength in me, even when I struggled to find it myself.

"Thanks, Mel," I said softly, turning to face her fully. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

She tilted her head, her eyes studying me for a moment before she stepped closer. "You would've found a way. You always do."

The closeness between us was palpable, an electric current that buzzed in the air. Our relationship had blossomed slowly, like the beautiful, yet careful blooming of a rare flower. Each petal unfurling with trust and understanding. We hadn't rushed things—neither of us needed to. But in moments like this, I could feel the desire to close the distance between us, to take that next step, growing stronger. 

I had the sudden urge to just kiss Melissa right then and there...but then that would be very awkward...I mean I did have other workers there...

"Lu," Melissa began, her voice a bit hesitant but filled with a warmth that made my heart flutter, "I was thinking...maybe tonight, we could go out for dinner? Just the two of us?"

I blinked in surprise, my heart skipping a beat at the invitation. We'd gone out plenty of times, of course—meals, gatherings with friends—but this felt different. There was an intimacy in her tone that promised more than just food and conversation.

"I'd love that," I replied, my voice soft, almost breathless. The idea of a quiet evening together, away from the worries and the memories of what had been lost, sounded perfect.

Melissa's face lit up with a smile that made me melt, and she reached out, taking my hand in hers. Her touch was gentle, but there was a firmness in the way she held onto me, as if grounding us both in the moment.

"Great," she said, squeezing my hand lightly. "We deserve a little time to ourselves, don't you think?"

I nodded, feeling a swell of affection for the woman standing before me. "We do," I agreed. "We definitely do."

As the evening approached, I found myself looking forward to our dinner more than I'd anticipated. There was something about the way Melissa had asked, something that hinted at a shift in our relationship—a deepening connection that I'd longed for, even if I hadn't fully acknowledged it until now.

Later, as we sat in a cozy little restaurant, the soft candlelight casting a warm glow over our table, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. Melissa was talking about something—work, I think—but I found myself more focused on her, on the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way her hand would occasionally brush against mine as she gestured.

"Lu?" Her voice broke through my reverie, and I realized I'd been staring.

"Sorry," I said, a little embarrassed. "I was just... thinking."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "About what?"

"About how lucky I am," I admitted, the words slipping out before I could second-guess them. "To have you in my life."

Melissa's expression softened, and she reached across the table, taking my hand in hers. "I'm the lucky one," she said, her voice low and sincere. "I'm so glad we found each other, Lucinda. You make everything... better."

The moment felt charged with emotion, a quiet understanding passing between us. It was a turning point, I realized—a moment where we both knew that what we had was more than just companionship. It was love, pure and simple, and it had grown stronger with every shared experience, every trial we'd faced together.

"I love you, Melissa," I said, the words coming easily, naturally, as if they'd been waiting for this very moment to be spoken.

She looked at me, her eyes shining with the same emotion that filled my heart. "I love you too, Lu." she whispered back, her voice thick with feeling.

We leaned across the table at the same time, our lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss that sealed the promise we'd made to each other. It was a kiss filled with love, with hope for the future, and with the certainty that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.

As we pulled back, I felt a warmth spread through me, a sense of completeness that had been missing since I'd lost my powers. But now, with Melissa by my side, I realized that I hadn't lost everything—I'd gained something far more precious.

And as we sat there, hand in hand, I knew that this was only the beginning of our journey together—a journey filled with love, magic, and a future that we would build side by side.