Sadly, I can't make this story much longer, so this is going to be the last chapter. Set after the finale. I want to thank everyone who favorited, read or followed it, I've had a great time writting it. I will still continue my other two Foxxay fics.

P.S.: I highly recommend listening to the 2009 Soundstage version of Beauty and the Beast by Stevie Nicks while reading this.

Has anyone ever written anything for you?
And in your darkest sorrow did you ever hear me sing?
Listen to me now you know I'd rather be alone
Than be without you…

Cordelia was in her room, wearing a shawl around her shoulders while whispering the song's lyrics. It had been two weeks since the day she discovered she was the Supreme. The new students had been divided by groups and were now moving to the different houses of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. With four mansions more on the city and fifty students in each of them, Miss Robichaux's was now one of the most important academics institutions of the city. She could hear the girls laughing in the halls, all of them happy to meet more girls like themselves. Everything was like she had imagined. Except for one thing.

The thought of Misty not being there made Cordelia shiver. The girl's ashes were on a small, golden vase displayed on the showcase of the bedroom, waiting for her to spread them somewhere. But Cordelia wasn't strong enough. She couldn't let her go. She still remembered how the woman had dissipated on her arms, how her soft smile had disappeared. Cordelia wished she had told her that she loved her once more, even though she had told her before starting to perform the Seven Wonders, in front of everyone. She heard a knock on the door that pushed her thoughts away. It was Kyle, dressed in his new uniform.

"Hello, Miss Goode. There's a man outside who said that he comes to deliver the statue that you requested. I've already told him where to put it."

"Does it look good?"

"It looks great, Miss." he said with a smile. He exited the room and, with a subtle hand movement, she made the door close after him. She closed her eyes, knowing exactly where she needed to go. She teleported herself to the garden, where the white roses she had planted were starting to grow in a circle. In the middle of the bushes there was a white marble statue. She looked at it with a smile on her face, a tear running down her cheek. The statue, with her long hair covering her shoulders, was wearing a long dress and a shawl on her shoulders. She looked as if she was dancing and spinning, bringing happiness to the happiness. Cordelia looked at the statue's face. Her eyes were closed and had a smile on her face, just like Misty did when she danced. Suddenly the headmistress felt free, as if there was no evil on the world, no pain on her heart. She could still hear Misty's laugh when they were in the greenhouse, when she listened to Stevie, when she kissed her. She could still see her bright eyes, her sweet smile, and her golden hair. Cordelia lowered her gaze, reading the words written on a small, silver plaque under the girl's feet.

"You can't be your best self until you find your tribe."

"Misty." Cordelia sighed, lifting her eyes to the sky. "Misty, it's me. I know I'm probably interrupting one of your favorite Stevie's songs, but I needed to talk to you. You brought happiness to me when I was in complete hell. You were the only person who understood what it was to be misunderstood. You saved me from me, my own worst enemy. I don't know what I'm going to do without you. I don't know if I'm ready to let you go. I don't even know if I'm going to be able to live without you. So please, if you can hear me, give a sign. Something. Tell me what do I have to do."

She noticed a soft wind on her face, but it was gone before she could say anything.

"Please. Please!"

Nothing happened. Cordelia was now kneeling on the grass, her hands fiercely grabbing her own dress while she cried. She spent some more minutes weeping there before standing up and looking at the statue one more time. "I love you." she whispered, wiping the tears that fell through her face. She turned and started to walk away, embracing herself while her long dress caressed the garden's grass. She was crossing the front door when four more words appeared on the silver plaque.

"And I found mine."