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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Helena knew Myka hadn't intended to make Helena cry, but Christina was an emotional topic for her. And the way Myka obviously respected what the locket both meant and represented to Helena, and treated it with the love and care Helena always had, it just brought all those emotions to the forefront even more than before. Even now, Helena was still protective of Christina, and she never let her locket out of her sight, and she rarely, if ever, took the necklace off. But she'd trusted Myka to find it, to keep it and protect it when she knew the other agent had followed her and Sykes to China. Of course, there was a fear that she wouldn't see the locket again, but she needed Myka to be able to find her. Luckily she'd managed to drop the locket when Sykes wasn't using the riding crop to control her movements.

Feeling Myka return the hug, Helena closed her eyes, letting Myka's scent permeate her senses. It still was strange to hug. As it stood, Myka was only the second person to hug her since before she'd been Bronzed, but Helena relaxed into it. She was still holding onto her emotions, but as she felt Myka's grip on her tighten, another swell of emotion surged through her. She was being held, comforted, and Helena could honestly not remember the last person to do that in her life. For so long, she had been alone, mostly because she'd kept people at an arm's length, or further, away from her. But finally, the fact that someone cared fully dawned on her. Her own hold tightened on Myka, one hand sliding into Myka's hair and tangling into it. Unable to hold her emotions in, Helena began to cry, tears falling faster and harder as she buried her face into Myka's shoulder.

The Victorian woman couldn't remember the last time she'd let herself cry, she never really did. Though when she did cry, she always did it in privacy where no one else could see. But right here, right now, she felt safe letting herself not only feel but to express her emotions. And with all the changes she had been through lately, it was no wonder why she was crying. She was crying for allowing herself to fall so far as to betray the one person she wanted to never leave her. She was crying because she'd died in the name of love. And she was crying because she was again alive and someone cared.