It took a year for everything to return to normal. Especially for Mira and the girls she tortured.

A year of therapy.

A year of anger and tears and frustration.

A year of tests and trials.

A year of begging, pleading and cursing.

A year of helping Mira get past her bloodlust and her grief.

It was not an easy year. His father and Tori had to do a spell on Mira when her brother knocked her unconscious to get rid of the evil that was inside of her. They had realized she had done a spell with her blood under a full moon to help give her stronger powers over water, to help her get rid of the girls who hurt her.

She was snarling and bucking and screeching about how much she hated the world and how much she hated them for stopping her from getting revenge.

Derek, Dave, and Mike had to hold her arms and legs down so she wouldn't use the water to stop them. Simon had tears in his eyes and Chloe had to take him away from the house, Mira's screams piercing into his heart and he had to squeeze his hands into fists and keep walking because it was killing him to walk away from her because she needed him.

He knew that deep down she had needed him when she realized she had lost a baby. She needed help and he was supposed to be there. She had given signs but he had ignored them, did not think they were important.

He was wrong and he had failed her.

She was now paying the price.

It felt like hours of Mira screaming and his dad using spells to get rid of her blood lust. It really was only minutes but for Simon, it was an agonizing wait with Chloe supporting him, talking about how everything was going to be fine.

Finally, her screams ceased and his dad was the one to come and get them. He looked weary and tired and exhausted as he looked at them, eyes red with dried tears on his cheeks.

"She's sleeping now. She's going to be fine." He said, voice hoarse before patting Simon's shoulder before heading back in.

Simon took his time going back in and went upstairs. No one was there but he wasn't really paying attention as he walked upstairs. He opened the door, tired and nervous and terrified of what he would find.

But all he saw was Mira sleeping on her back, skin pale and sweaty, her face in a frown and he couldn't help but cry. Cry for her pain, for her grief, for her anger, for her losing her way.

He cried for the loss of their baby.

He didn't know how long he cried but he felt exhausted and drained as he walked to the bed, feeling like his feet were full of lead. He climbed in and looked at Mira, who was now a stranger and yet still the woman he loved. She stirred, eyes opening, no longer purple, but her familiar hazel eyes.

"Simon?" She asked, eyes dull and tired, her voice was hoarse and small.

"Yeah," He said, voice filled with emotions, tears drying on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what was going on. It was like someone else was controlling me and I could only watch. I'm sorry." She said, crying and hiding her face in his chest, clinging to him as if he was the only anchor she had to survive and right now he was.

"I am, too. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you." He said as he held her tightly, too tightly but she didn't complain, just held on tighter, pressing herself against him and they both cried, holding onto each other until they fell asleep in a deep, dark, dreamless sleep.

Since then, Simon had been there for Mira, helping her with her therapy that she took with a friend of his dad. Helping her when she cursed at him, taking out her anger and frustration at him, helping her when she was quiet and stayed in bed all day, helping her when she wanted to give up.

Helping her when she didn't want.

Helping her because that was what she needed even if she didn't want it.

It was tiring and they were times when he wanted to scream and grab her and shake her until she stopped the avoidance of her feelings.

But he didn't. He loved her too much to give up on her. She had given up on herself but he would not give up on her.

Slowly, she began to regain her old self, not completely because she never could but she was changing, becoming stronger, acknowledging her emotions, accepting his help.

The girls had to be in a hospital for weeks because of internal injuries that doctors could not explained how they got it. Tori and his dad had snuck in and created spells to wipe their memories of what Mira did. The girls never suspected a thing. They had a gap in their memory, nothing they couldn't recover from.

Mira had shown remorse for what she had done and would spend days talking quietly to Simon, only him about what she had done. Some things she had done were horrifying and made him sick but he did not leave, she needed this and he left her talk.

It was a long year where Mira had changed and grown, learning from her mistakes. Their family moved away and it was a nice change. Mira and her therapist stopped the treatment because Mira was doing well and people could see that, especially Simon.

He was proud of her.

Now, after the year, he was holding her hand, walking back to the house quietly after spending time out in the forest where Chloe took Derek for his housebreaking lessons. Mira was quiet, her hand in his, her arm circling his bicep as they walked into the house, lights turned off because it was late and they had snuck out because Mira wanted some air and Simon went with her, giving her space when she requested it.

Quietly, they walked up the stairs, into their new room, one where she stayed in with him, their drawers and closet mixed with both of their clothes. They walked in and she let go, standing still as he closed the door and headed to the bed, sitting on it as he took off his shoes and socks.

He looked up to see her standing, almost nervously as she looked at him.

"You okay?" He asked her, not moving because he wanted her to take her time and respond accordingly.

"Um...I don't know." She said and she was blushing, tugging at her hair, avoiding his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I just...It's too embarrassing." She said as he looked at her, elbows on his knees.

"You can tell me."

"I just want..." She sighed and stepped closer before stopping. "I...I mean...why haven't you touched me?"

He frowned, confused. "I do touch you."

"Not like that." She said voice low. He was confused until he realized what she meant and he couldn't help but feel his face flush.

It'd been a year since they last had made love and it wasn't that they didn't want to but they were just focused on her getting better and the whole situation.

He cleared his throat before answering, "I just wanted you to get better. You weren't yourself."

She looked at him, eyes betraying nothing as she walked to him. He did not move at all as she walked to him, stopping at his knees before she quickly maneuvered her way onto his lap, straddling him and he felt the desire of touching her roar in his blood.

"I'm better now." She whispered, placing her arms around his shoulders and his hand automatically came to hold her waist.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, eyes dilating with arousal. "It's been too long and I'm better now. Just touch me, please. I miss you."

"I missed you, too." He said before kissing her and it was like a fuse had been lit. Their bodies reacted, their lips moving fast, hands touching everywhere.

He let the desire explode and they attacked each other, clothes ripping because of impatience, breaths coming in hard pants, moans being heard as a certain spot was touched that made pleasure fire in their veins. He lay on his back as she sat on top of him, his groan of pleasure heard as she joined their bodies.

It had been too long and he had missed her center, her heat, her womanhood as she moved up and down, hands placed on his chest, his hands on her waist to pull her closer as she rode him. He sat up and she moaned, eyes closing in intense pleasure as he felt her tighten around him, his body going deeper inside of her.

He shivered and he begged her to open her eyes.

She did and he nearly lost it at the look in her dilated eyes. He moved with her, one hand gripping the sheets underneath them, the other circling her neck and cupping her cheek, their breaths mingling as he placed his forehead against hers as they continued to move.

But he felt the tingling at the base of his spine and felt her tighten, heard her moans getting louder, their hips picking up speed. He gritted his teeth as she began to reach the peak of her pleasure, her, "Oh yes!" much too loud and he slammed his lips against her as his own pleasure peaked and exploded.

They shook with tremors as it began to dissipate, their hearts slowing down, breaths calming but he did not want to stop. He flipped them over so he was on top now and began to move inside her and she jerked, telling him she was too sensitive but he ignored her and soon, instead of pushing him away, she bringing him closer to her, arms wrapping around his shoulder, her hip meeting up to meet with his thrusts.

He kissed her, murmuring to her and she murmured back until their pleasure began to peak again and explode. She clung to him, jerking with his heavy thrusts as he reached his own, groaning into her neck as his final thrust helped him get his release.

He fell on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her body, both of their bodies shivering and trembling.

She held him, hands running through his sweaty hair. When he felt strong enough to push himself up, he did, looking at her, still inside her and she smiled at him, eyes alive in what felt like a long time.

He smiled at her, beautiful face flushed and sweaty and he brushed back her hair.

"I love you." He murmured, dropping kisses onto her swollen lips.

She looked at him, reaching up to cup his face, dropping kisses all over his face before reaching his lips, kissing him passionately.

"And I love you. Thank you."

He looked at her, eyes filled with emotion and he knew they were going to be okay, that she was going to be okay.

She moved her hips in invitation and pleasure sparked his body to life and he knew that she wanted him again.

And so he did, making love to her over and over again, feeling that they had finally, finally, reached a normalcy in their life filled with love and forgiveness.

All done! Thanks for reading!