Cordelia Goode and Misty Day had been through so much together. They had fought to protect their coven from the Antichrist and his followers, and they had both paid a heavy price for their efforts. Cordelia had sacrificed herself to bring back Misty from her personal hell, and Misty had given up her chance at a normal life to stand by Cordelia's side as the new Supreme.
As the dust settled and their enemies were vanquished, Cordelia and Misty found themselves with a rare moment of peace. They sat on the porch of Miss Robichaux's Academy, watching the sun set over the Louisiana bayou, their hands intertwined.
"Cordelia," Misty said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "I want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. You saved me from my own personal hell, and you've been an amazing leader for our coven."
Cordelia smiled at Misty, her heart swelling with love for the young witch. "Misty, you don't have to thank me. I couldn't have done any of this without you by my side. You're the strongest and most resilient witch I've ever met, and I'm proud to call you my friend."
Misty's smile widened at Cordelia's words, and she leaned in to kiss the older witch gently on the lips. Cordelia responded eagerly, deepening the kiss and pulling Misty closer to her.
As they broke apart, Misty looked into Cordelia's eyes with a newfound sense of vulnerability. "Cordelia, I know we've been through a lot together, but I can't help the way I feel about you. I love you, Cordelia Goode."
Cordelia's heart skipped a beat at Misty's words. She had always felt a deep connection to the young witch, but had never dared to voice her feelings for fear of jeopardizing their friendship or the safety of the coven. But as she looked into Misty's eyes, she knew that her feelings were reciprocated.
"Misty," Cordelia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too."
From that moment on, Cordelia and Misty were inseparable.