Natasha thought she was done with love.

When Anatole broke her heart, she swore to never let anyone else have it.

However, that changed one fateful night when a knock on the door was followed by a familiar voice.


When Natasha heard who it was, she immediately opened the door.

"Countess Bezukhova? What are you doing here?"

Hélène stood out in the freezing rain, holding up her left hand, showing Natasha that there was no longer a ring on her finger.

"That isn't my name anymore," she whispered.

Natasha knew that Hélène's relationship with Pierre was terrible, but she still felt a small ounce of remorse, because now, she had nowhere to go.

"Come in, come in," she said, gesturing for Hélène to enter.

The two of them sat in silence on the sofa for a minute, until Hélène decided to speak up.

"I never truly loved Pierre," she confessed. "I loved the fact that he was loaded. Things only went downhill after we got married, and now, we despise each other. Now that I know what it's like...I came here to apologize for my role in your heartbreak."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "You played no role…"

"I did," Hélène interrupted. "I set you up with Anatole, and I knew of his marriage. In all reality, you wouldn't have had to experience your heartbreak in the first place, had I never stepped in…"

Her voice trailed off as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

"So...that's all I wanted to tell you. Goodnight."

Natasha grabbed her arm as she began to stand up. "You aren't sleeping on the streets. It's downpouring out there."

Natasha led Hélène to the guest bedroom. Hélène, astonished by the kindness of someone she once manipulated, began to cry.

"How could you be so kind?"

Natasha smiled at her. "Because I know what it's like to long for forgiveness."

Hélène's soft cries descended into heavy sobs, and Natasha could only think of one thing to do.

Wrapping her arms around Hélène, she whispered, "It's're alright."

Hélène looked up at her with the most beautiful sparkle in her eye, and least from Natasha's perspective.

She felt a sudden urge to do something, anything.

Eventually getting lost in Hélène's eyes, she leaned forward and kissed her without warning. When she broke away, they were both shocked, but Natasha noticed that Hélène's cheeks were bright red.

"Maybe I should try that again," she said before kissing her once more. This time, Hélène melted into the kiss and pulled herself closer to Natasha. The second kiss lasted longer than the first, and they loved every second of it.

Natasha playfully pushed Hélène onto the bed and crawled in with her.

Wrapping her newfound lover in her arms, she said, "There's no one else I'd rather offer my heart to."

Hélène kissed her forehead and said one last thing to her before drifting off to sleep: "This time, it won't be broken…"

Soon enough, Natasha fell asleep as well.

A single tear of joy rolled down her cheek as she continued to hold Hélène.

Closing her eyes, she was finally at peace, for the first time since Anatole betrayed her.

She knew for sure that she would never be this happy again.

The End