If I Remember You

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Peter

"So why Wanda?" I asked her softly as she looks down at her feet.

"I can't-can't tell you" She argues yanking herself away from me as she sighs in distress.

"And be quiet" She hisses looking back at me. "So I find out you're not who you said you were and now expect to trust you blindly?" I explain in disbelief as she shakes her head.

"I never lied to you about anything. I just kept things from you" She tells me as I scoff at her.

"It's another way of saying you're lying Isabel" I argue as she closes her eyes in frustration.

"I never lied to you. I just never told you I wanted to find Wanda just as much as you needed too" She emphasizes looking towards me as she searches for something in her purse.

"What are you even looking for? We're having a serious conversation here." I snapped as she pulls something out.

It was a necklace with a small locket. She places it carefully into my hand and takes a step back.

"What is this?" I asked softly looking down at her in confusion.

"I've had this for as long as I could remembered. My grandma said I've had it ever since as I was a newborn. My parents gifted it to me. There's something inside the locket" She tells me as I carefully opened it.

"It's me as a baby" She explains as I stare at a baby picture cluelessly as to how any of this relates to our current conversation.

"What does your baby picture have anything to do with Wanda?" I asked her unable to connect the dots myself.

"One day I was fidgeting with my locket. I had just buried my grandmother. Her funeral was beautiful and I was looking at scrapbooks she had made over the years. Or at least what I had always assumed were scrapbooks of my childhood" She tells me as she bits her lips anxiously.

"And?" I urged her to continue as she looks down at her hands.

"Peter" She begged me with pleading eyes as I narrow my eyes at her.

"You wanted to tell me. Otherwise, you would've never said a thing to began with" I accused as she clears her throat nervously.

"So what happened with the scrapbooks?" I asked again as she sits down on her bed taking a deep inhale before continuing.

"Well I pulled them out so I could reminisce  of our memories together, instead of pictures, I found report-like dairies of my life" she explains to me as I stare at her dumbfounded by what she was telling me.

"I don't-don't understand" I tell her as I sat next to her.

"Neither did I for the next 3 months. So, I-I did some digging. And at this point, I'm convinced I'm not suppose to be here" She tells me as I down at her with a permanent perplexed expression.

"Not suppose to be here? What do you mean?" I asked her as she looks over to her bedroom door.

She shushes me before Wanda's voice echoes outside her door. "Everything okay Iz?" She asks softly and Isabel replies quickly. "I'm good. Going to bed soon. I just gotta wash my face." She lies with ease and Wanda hums in response.

"Okay then. Good night" She chimes softly. "Night Wanda" Isa responds as she waits for her steps to fade out.

"I mean that I don't think I belong in this timeline" She replies in a soft voice as she stares at her hands while I laugh.

She snaps her head up to look over at me with shock written all over her face. "You think this is funny?" She scoffs smacking my arm pretty hard.

"Ow" I whined rubbing my arm as I glare at her. " I tell you that I may be from another timeline and all you can do is freaking laugh?" She expresses in disbelief standing to her feet visible upset.

"Alright alright alright. I'm sorry" I apologize pulling her back as she huffs angrily.

"I'm tired, overworked and emotionally drained. So, either take what I'm saying seriously or leave my room." She demands glaring at me while rolling her eyes.

"Ok. I'm sorry. Why do you think you're from the... past uh-umm-future?" I stuttered with weak phrases.

"I think I'm from the future" she admits looking at my shyly. "Trust me Peter. I know I sound crazy and stupid" She adds as I just stare at her with no information to give her.

"If you believe it then let's just try to figure it out together. Okay? You've helped me this far. Now it's my turn to do the same for you" I tell her grabbing her hands gently into mine.

"I don't want an out. You lied or kept things from me. But you had your reasons. We are friends. And friends don't leave each other behind" I finished with reassuring squeeze as she offers me a small smile.

"And I really appreciate you being such a loyal friend" She replies before frowning again.

"But I have to do this one on my own. It's the only way" She whispers softly.

"Wha-what do you mean?" I asked her lifting her chin up towards me.

"If I'm right then that means that I'm not suppose to exist. At least not here. And the longer I stay, the longer your reality keeps falling apart" she tells me as she pulls away from me and kneels down looking under her bed.

"What are you doing now?" I ask her as I hear some shuffling before she pulls a very thick and old looking book out from underneath her bed.

"I got this book from Stephen Strange days before we left New York. I've been reading it and it explains a lot of things" She tells me handing it to me so I can see it for myself.

"You saw Doctor Strange? When?" I asked in disbelief trying to recollect any moment from the last few days in New York.

"When I went to meet up with my lawyer" She explains as I gasp in realization.

"So the lawyer thing was all a lie?" I retorted as she shook her head. "No. That was true. It just didn't take me all day." She tells me honestly as I nod.

"Looks like I got some reading to do" I tell her lifting up the heavy and dusty book in my hands.

"And I need sleep. So bye-bye. Let's talk tomorrow" She suggests standing up from her bed and opening her bedroom door.

"Good night" She tells me as I take my cue to leave her room. "Night" I tell her standing up myself and walking out.

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