Letters to the Unknown

Chapter 3- Dear Reader

The bags she held were placed neatly down in a corner as Y/N padded through the house trying to find her writing collectables. She loved how words on a page could tell a story in ways that may not be well expressed in verbalisation. The way her hand danced along the page, words spilling out and bringing warmth and comfort all through her body.

She realised she left them in her bag as she still had quite a bit of unpacking to do. No, scrap that Y/N had a shit ton of unpacking to unfortunately. Therefore, knowing if she sat down and decided to get comfortable nothing would ever be put away, she settled on putting things away and in their new places at once.

When she was younger, Y/N was always taught that chores come first, fun comes after. Whether it was simply doing the dishes before heading over to her friends, cleaning or tidying her parents insisted it must be down. Now however, she was 22 and fully able to decide what to do and when to do it in her own comfortable time.

That being said, old habits are hard to break so she still was set on doing everything important first. Moving out had it's perks, but it hurt more knowing that she couldn't just go home and visit, Y/N couldn't anymore.

Rather than dwell on painful memories, she wanted to make new ones. Especially in this little town she'd just moved to, it's what they would have wanted for her. Shaking her head, Y/N walked over to her suitcase and other belongings and began to take them out slowly bit by bit, deciding on where to put everything.

The vinyl player was placed in the corner of the room, on the top of the desk and she smiled softly as a soft tune of Conan Grey's album began to echo through the room, causing Y/N to hum along softly. As the hours past and the music continued, Y/N finished unpacking her belongings, thinking back and pondering on certain things.

Y/N knew, that when the time is right to move on, you move. The memories of the old house in her previous town was cozy and warm, but sometimes you had to move. Wallowing in the darkness didn't allow you to move on ever, she learnt that the hard way. You move on, she knew that. Then those boxes that get filled up and the house that becomes empty, you feel a joy a self-love. The walls that protected Y/N will then protect others and the home she loved becomes the home of another. That's the act of self-love and Y/N was prepared.

She slipped herself into the shower as she gathered some clean nightwear, wanting to feel comfortable for the evening. Washing away the feeling of the day, the emotions and the energy Y/N had built up over the day becoming washed prepared for the new day, a day she was wondering what would bring.

The noise of the TV echoed through the room as Wanda paced up and down on the phone. She was speaking to Natasha Romanoff as she hid from the world, Nat dealt with things in her own way.

"I'm serious Nat, nobody comes here. Not really," her worry urged through the phone.

Wanda hadn't stopped thinking about the mysterious girl who entered the small town of Queensferry only a few hours prior. It wasn't that she hated nor feared her. How could she? She hadn't known her long enough.

In fact she felt more drawn to her than anything. The way the young woman looked at her tilting her head in confusion. Wanda wasn't sure whether she'd recognised her but if she had, she didn't make it obvious.

"Wanda, people do come and go from town's you know?" Natasha's voice responded laced with a hint of concern.

"I'm aware of that, I'm not that stupid. It's just it feels different, something feels different."

Wanda heard a laugh echoing through the phone in response to her comment, causing her to scrunch her nose in confusion. She wasn't aware she said something funny?