Angst to Comfort
cw: religion and hell
tw: death
You’re heading home after work, walking on the stepping stone path leading to you and Misty’s greenhouse. The buzz of cicadas and the soft wind whistling through the variety of foliage that Misty had carefully tended to made a sweet sound or rustling. You could distinguish a shadow in the shed through the cracks, probably Misty tending to the bird you found on the street.
The door creaks as you open it, revealing Misty’s figure, wrapped with soft drapes gently caressing her body, watering her plants while she hums to Fleetwood Mac playing on the radio. She looks up and smiles at you, “Well you’re a sight for sore eyes,” she sighs happily.
You both sit down, in your unspoken agreement where you take care of Misty’s hair since she neglects it completely, and you won’t stop teasing her about it. You pull a brush out of your drawer and start gently untangling her knotted hair.
“How was your day?” you ask her,
“It was ok.” She didn’t add anything else, so you left it at that. You keep brushing her hair in the comfortable silence, only disturbed by a scratchy Rhiannon vinyl playing in the background.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about my past recently,” she blurts out, surprising you, but you keep brushing her hair.
“People see God the wrong way. They see Him as a tool to get what the want, and they worship Him until they need something or a commandment doesn’t work for them, so they’ll ignore Him and then blame it on Him!” She took a pause to breathe, “I was so young, and they burned me, because I resurrected a bird! A poor bird! How can that be seen as devil’s work? I gave it life! They burned me,” she sniffles, and you pass your hand in her hair to comfort her.
“I went to Hell,” she choked, “Did I do anything wrong to deserve that?”
“Nonono, you didn’t do anything wrong. No one deserves what you’ve been through, especially not you,” you sit down next to her and wipe her tears. “You’re an amazing person, you have so many qualities, and so much power, and you use it for good! Anyone else could’ve had that power and use it for bad things, but you got it, and you use it for good.” You pull her towards you in a hug, she hiccups a few times but calms down.
“Thank you, Y/N. I really love you, you know?”
You grimaced playfully at her, “You’d brush your hair and take care of it if you really did,” you joke, telling her you love her too. You guys spend the rest of the evening relaxing and dancing to all your favourite songs, smiling widely, showing your tooth gap, which Misty adored. She calls it cute every time you smile.
Oh, how lucky she is to have you, she thinks to herself every day.