Two Hearts

It's Raining, It's Pouring

Warning: This book, AND this chapter, has implications of toxic/abusive households. Proceed at your own discretion.

You have always loved the rain. Many people find the rain to be drab or dreary, but you found comfort in the grey. As a kid, you use to spend countless hours sitting by the attic window watching raindrops race down the window pane. The house was always quiet during rainstorms, a stark contrast to the usual yelling that took place within the walls. Those moments you spent watching the rain as a kid were some of the few good memories you had from your childhood. Even as a grown adult, you still often found yourself seeking comfort in the atmosphere created during rain.

As you lied on your bed, wrapped in several layers of blankets, you watched a single rain drop slowly make it way down the window. It had been three weeks since Wanda broke up with you. Three weeks since the love of your life said she no longer loved you. Three weeks since your whole reality has been shattered.
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Three Weeks Ago

That night, each step you took away from Wanda had sent a fresh pang of sadness and pain through your heart. And though your mask had seamlessly slipped on, hiding any emotions behind a calm facade, your heart silently begged for her to tell you to stop. Begged for her to tell you to stay. Begged for her to give you any reason at all to fight for her love because that's all you needed.

You wanted to stay, wanted to ask her why, wanted to fight for the relationship the two had built over the last two years. But you needed a reason to, any sign that your relationship was something important to her too.

One of the first thing you had learned as a kid was how to differentiate between something that what was worth fighting for, and something that was better off left untouched. And so you silently screamed for her to say something, anything at all.

But she never did, the only sound on the roof was your footsteps as you walked away.

When you finally exited off the roof and the door closed behind you with a soft click, you felt a gasp of pain escape you. You knew tears were coming soon but you couldn't move. You fought the gasps of pain that were making their way up. You don't know how long you stood there, head spinning as you tried to fully comprehend what has just happened.

Eventually you gathered some semblance of composure and pulled yourself out of your daze.

You made your way to your individual bedroom in the Tower. Though, you were just a SHIELD agent, you spent so much time in the Tower, even before Wanda, that Tony had designated a room for you. After you had started dating Wanda, the Avengers had accepted you as an honorary member of the team. You soon came to regard them as a family. As you entered your room, you were met with a mostly bare spaces. Most of your stuff had been moved into Wanda's bedroom since you spent the majority of your nights there. In fact, you hadn't been in your own room in over a year.

That night, you rolled around in your bed tirelessly until exhaustion finally took over your body.

The morning after should've been difficult, more so then the initial heartbreak, but when you woke up, instead of the same overwhelming sadness from the night before, you were met with an empty void of numbness.

You went to shower in your bathroom before realizing that you had no shampoo or soap. Still, you took a shower in order to regain a sense of normality. The only clothes left your room were a few standard SHIELD sweaters and sweat pants, so you reluctantly put them on.