Wow well...it's been a while haha. I lost inspiration, school is a bitch and I only wanted to finish homework and then go straight to bed to lose time and do nothing lol. But little by little I'll be getting back since I won't have much time anymore like I want to but I'll try my best and thank you all for keep reading and I promise I won't leave it here, I'll keep writing just it won't be constant. BUT I'm still here, I'll be here and I'm not going anywhere. For now lol.
I hope you enjoy this, it's short, sad and probably not good but I felt like writing this so, enjoy. Thank you all again for reading :D
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All her childhood, all her teenage years, all those lonely days and nights thinking that she would never find that one person. There was a point where she thought 'what's the point?' 'why is that so important?' Was it bad to be on her own? Of course not, she had been on her own since she can remember. One or two friends near her old house, in school...well...she was the weird girl. She was that one kid no one wanted to hang out with, nobody wanted to be around her. That became normal for Misty. Her family didn't have money, she lived in a small house, but she never cared. She had the loved of her siblings, the love of her granny, that was all she cared about.
Being a young adult was hard. Getting burned for being a witch, left alone to die, it had been traumatic for her. But even then, she didn't care about being alone. She was used to that after all. She had to make up her mind that she would never see her bother and sister ever again, her granny was gone and all she had was herself and Stevie. She didn't need more. She could survive on her own. And she did...at least for a while. Before those witch hunters became a problem and she had to find a safer place leaving her life on the woods behind.
That's when she met the real meaning of finding that one person. Her religious family always said, 'you will find the right guy' 'you will find that perfect Christian boy' and for a while she believed them. Until she met Cordelia. No, she wasn't religious, no she wasn't Christian. She was like her. A witch. And Misty could sense how powerful she was, how sweet and kind she was. That kind of person that Misty had always wanted to be around with. The kind of person she thought everyone was until she started growing up.
At first, she didn't expect anything from Cordelia, she had accepted her into the academy without even getting to know her better, just by knowing who she was and what had happened to her. But with the time, they got closer, Misty considered her a friend. Gardening was the key. This time, it included magic, but the more she learned, the closer she felt like she had found her tribe, that she had found the right place.
Lots of things happened since that day, she was killed again by Madison, then she got stuck in hell (something that was really hard for her to accept and talk about) and then she was back on earth. It had taken her time to get used to life again, after months of suffering, after months of nothing but hell. Cordelia had been there. Every step of the way. And from that moment, more than just friendship happened. They fell in love, they had a pretty story together that Misty loved to tell to the young girls of the academy until she was telling it to her young daughter. Life was crazy. Lots of things happened, and it ended in a way Misty never thought it would end. But she was thankful and happy. She really was...
Misty closed the door behind her, walking slowly into the greenhouse, looking around as If it was a new place she had never visited before, but she knew it so well, or she used to know it. She touched everything that crossed her path, so careful and tender, almost afraid that it was going to break. No one had been here since a while. No one dared to walk in here. But everything looked the same, something odd. Misty went straight to one hidden place only she knew, a place she hadn't visited in a few months. Every step became slow, her chest tightened, and her breath hitched. She swallowed a little, feeling tears running down her cheeks as she stopped, looking down at the floor.
Slowly she began to kneel, her legs shaking as she finally felt the cold floor. She took a deep breath as she let her hands fall into her lap. She smiled a little, feeling more tears fill her eyes. She extended one hand and softly touched the one flower that was placed in a small pot. A single red rose she had planted months ago. She was surprised but happy that after months of not taking care of it, it was still shinning and standing. It was almost impossible.
Misty bit her lip as she sighed softly. "I dunno what I'm supposed to do now that you're not here..." she whispered softly as she felt more tears falling. She shook her head softly. "Everyone misses ya...they talk 'bout ya...there's no day that the girls aren't talkin' 'bout ya. They loved ya so much..." she sobbed softly. "...Sara's doin' okay...she's growing into this beautiful lady..." she chuckled sadly. "She looks like you, Dee..." she looked down at her lap and sobbed. "I'm so proud of our baby..." she looked up at the rose again. "...just like her mom..." she smiled sadly.
"I hear her talkin' to ya every night and...she encouraged me to do it too...so here I am. I'm sorry it took long." She bit her lip to try to hide her sobs. "I promise I'll visit ya more..." she smiled a little. "I love ya, Cordelia. Forever. I'll see ya soon and I promise to keep an eye on our kiddo. Though...she learned the best from her mom and...she's just like her. So, I know she can handle everythin'." She chuckled. "We love ya and miss ya..." she let go of the flower slowly as she stood up.
"See ya soon..." she whispered before she walked away.
