"Oh my god." Cleora gasped as her arms wrapped around Coco, pulling her into a tight hug. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.."
Coco was quick to sob, her arms right around Cleora's torso.
Her heart felt like it was being torn into pieces, only to be held up and glued back together again, and it was painful— painful, but relieving.
"You're Coco, aren't you? My Coco? My beloved Coco?" Cleora sobbed, her own cries slipping past her lips as she held Coco tightly against her. "Please tell me you're my baby."
Coco and Cleora held each other, the two of them falling to their knees.
The older woman fell to her bottom and pulled Coco close to her, wrapping her arms around her and carding her fingers through Coco's black locks, her lips pressing kisses on Coco's crown.
"Please, please, please, please." Cleora begged, chanting the words over and over again.
