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Bela takes in another deep breath, cutting off her own tangent before she manages to sour her own mood even further by thinking of the Headmistress. A small movement that bumps against her hand is what draws her attention away from her gripes-

The glorious sight that greets her when she cranes her head to look stops her heart in its tracks. A head of navy colored hair in a loose ponytail, facedown on the side of her bed. A grimace breaks her gaze for a single second, the shock rendered her unbreathing and now it hurts a bit to kickstart the process- But Bela brings her gaze back to the slumbering person waiting by her bedside.

It's too much to handle, and she doesn't know if she can even bring herself to speak right now. It wasn't a dream that her and MC managed to triumph over Miranda, she wasn't dreaming when she fought against the dizziness threatening to knock her out cold at the steps of that building- She tears up when she realizes that the last thing she saw before blacking out wasn't a dream, the worried eyes she saw really were worried. It wasn't just a figment of her imagination;

Bela's hand moves on autopilot as it comes up to bury into those dark navy tresses she's come to love so deeply. With gentle and trembling fingers, she frees the strands from the confines of the hairtie and when she's able to feel the vibrations of her fingers gently scratching against your scalp, it's all that it takes to break the floodgates open.

The tears flow freely, and she almost feels guilty when the sob that wretches itself free from her lips wakes you up. But your sleep addled eyes immediately turn wide awake and full of excitement when your gazes meet, and the ego boost of knowing she's the reason for your bright smile banishes the offending emotion like light in a darkened room.

"You had me worried!"

Bela can't help but let herself melt into the embrace when you all but throw yourself forward to give her a tight hug. She'd let you hold her like this for eternity- Wants to have you hold her like this for eternity. Unfortunately, time passes and waits for no one and you let go to give her a once-over.

When your worried eyes find nothing wrong and they drift back up to meet the gaze of her soft blue ones, Bela brings both hands up to cup your cheeks with her palms. She takes a moment that feels like a lifetime to just take your face in- Convince herself that you're not incorporeal, that this isn't a dream- Before she pulls your against her in an emotionally loaded kiss.

She's thankful you're here.

There's contentment, happiness, love, and satisfaction pouring from her and into the kiss, and you drink all of the emotions in until you're drowning and your lungs are begging you for air. Neither you nor Bela wish to pull away so soon, but when you do withdraw it's done in synch. There's a moment filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing as you both chase for the air that you've voluntarily forgone for a few moments, and words that leave your lips once you've composed yourself grants you the most joyful sound you've ever heard on this Earthly plane.

"What kind of last words before fainting are you have pretty eyes anyway?"

Blue eyes widen in humor and surprise before a rumbling laugh tears its way out of her, and soon you're joining in with her until your sides sting from the effort that comes with laughing too hard.

There's unshed tears begging to fall in the corner of her eyes, and you waste no time gently wiping them away. Bela's hands immediately cover your own and she maneuvers them until your knuckles are just barely flush against her lips. Her gaze never breaks from yours as she answers your question with a blinding smile.

"It's the truth I know."

She closes her eyes and begins to reverently place a kiss to each of your knuckle, hoping that the sincerity in her actions would make the love she feels seep into your skin and burrow itself into your bones.

Her heart is truly hers again, and she can't wait to share it all with you.

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