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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka felt the loss of Helena's head when she lifted it off her shoulder and pulled back. She could feel that her shirt was soaked on her one side and the same must be true for Helena. Their faces and eyes held a red puffiness from the amount of crying that both women had done. A look of confusion settled over her face when Helena asked her question. Had she said something out loud and not realized it? There had been so many thoughts and emotions going through her head any of which could have been spoken. When she looked more closely into Helena's eyes she saw something that she hadn't quite seen before. Myka was well and truly stumped. She sat there in silence trying to figure out what had been said out loud. When it finally dawned on her. The way in which Helena had said What did you say?" had been with a voice full of hope. Her last few thoughts had been experiencing a burden-less heart and of love.

Her heart began racing in her chest at the thought of saying that one word. Love, just a single world but one that held so much power. The power to build and the power to destroy. Myka opened her mouth to respond but no sound came out. Now that she was looking Helena in the eye it was much harder to say the words that had come so easily before. If there were any tears left within her they'd be spilling down her cheeks in frustration. Why had it been so easy to say the words, word, before but now she had practically gone mute. Myka knew the answer but was too scared to admit that she was afraid. That if she spoke those words to her and explored whatever it was between them that one day it would be ripped from her. But she knew that she'd regret it if she never at least tried.

Taking a few breaths Myka took her hand and placed it against Helena's heart. Beneath the palm of her hand she could feel Helena's heart beating faster. Feeling the Victorian woman's heart racing brought a smile to her face. Was it possible that the feelings she were so afraid of were returned? She knew that the older woman cared about her but were the feelings deeper than simple affection? The only way to truly know was say something. With a renewed sense of courage Myka locked her gaze with Helena's and with a smile said, "Love. I said love. I love you, Helena."