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She Don't Wanna Be Saved|wanda Maximoff

Warning:suicide, depression, overdose

Growing up, life was never easy for me. I had always struggled with depression, a dark cloud that seemed to follow me wherever I went. No matter what I did,no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to shake it off. It wasn't until I met Wanda Maximoff that I truly believed I had found someone who could help me through it all.

Wanda and I met by chance, in a small coffee shop in New York City. She was sitting alone in a corner, sipping on her drink and looking lost in thought. I remember feeling drawn to her, as if we were connected somehow. I mustered up the courage to approach her and we ended up talking for hours. We had an instant connection and I knew that she was someone special.

As we got to know each other, Wanda opened up to me about her own struggles and how she found a way to overcome them. She told me about her powers and how she used them to help others as well as losing her brother, and I couldn't help but admire her strength and determination. Being with her made me feel like I could overcome anything.

From that day on, Wanda and I were inseparable. We shared everything with each other, and she showed me a world I never knew existed. It was as if Shecleard the fog in my mind. She took me to places I had only dreamed of and introduced me to people who quickly became my friends. I truly believed that I was getting better, that I was finally able to leave my depression behind.

But as they say, what goes up must come crashing down, . And when it did, it hit me harder than ever before.

Wanda was away on a mission with the Avengers, and I was left alone in our apartment. At first, I was fine. I went about my daily routine, trying my best to keep my mind occupied. But as the days went by, I felt myself slipping back into the darkness. I tried to fight it, I really did, but it was a losing battle.

I couldn't bring myself to leave the apartment or even open the curtains. The only time I left my room was to eat or go to the bathroom. I didn't want to burden Wanda with my struggles, especially when she was out there saving the world. So, I put on a façade, pretending that everything was okay.

But then, one day, I just couldn't take it anymore. I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably. The weight of the world was crushing me, and I felt like I couldn't escape it. I reached for the bottle of pills in the medicine cabinet and without hesitation, I swallowed handful after handful until it was empty.

In that moment,before the pain, before the struggle, I felt a sense of relief. I thought I had finally found a way to end my pain. But as the darkness closed in and my vision blurred, I realized that I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, I wanted to be with Wanda and see the world through her eyes. But it was too late, the pills had taken their effect and I knew I was slipping away do despite my hesitation I made my peace. Death had been my best friend for years, he was always there giving me an opinion, giving me control, offering the freedom I craved.

As I lay on the bathroom floor, my vision fading, I managed to scrawl a note to Wanda. It was messy and barely legible, but I hoped that she would understand. I apologized for leaving her, for not being strong enough to fight my demons. I told her how much she meant to me, and how grateful I was for the time we spent together. And with my last bit of strength, I wrote that I loved her.

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard the apartment door open. I tried to lift my head to see who it was, but my body wouldn't cooperate. Until, I felt someone kneeling beside me and I heard Wanda's panicked voice calling out my name. But I wasn't looking up at her like I expected no, I was outside looking in on her pain.

When she saw me lying there, she let out a strangled cry and cradled my head in her lap. Through my still blurry vision, I could see the tears streaming down her face as she pulled me closer to her. And then she saw the note in my hand and her sobs became even more intense.

I could feel my body shutting down, though I wasn't in it, I wanted to say something, anything to comfort Wanda. In a raspy voice, I managed to tell her that I loved her and that I was sorry. Not that she could hear me. Everything went black after that.

No ones pov

Wanda never truly got over you, not when she fell in love with vision, not when she had her children. Two twins a boy named Billy and a girl she named "kamil" meaning perfect a nickname she gave you at the start of your relationship.

In the first few years, wanda would visit the gave where you were buried at least once a week. She would spend hours telling you the events in her life with such caution. She has stopped crying every time she visits now, it was getting easier yet it still ached the same as it did when she found you lying there.

You looked forward to Wanda's visits and unbeknownst to her you would sit on the other side of the headstone with your back to her listening with great interest. You were proud of her and her achievements, you just wish you were there to achieve them with her.

Over time Wanda's visits became less frequent dwindling to only important events such as your birthday or Christmas. That was until her visits stopped all together. She had officially moved on without you.

A/n:I apologise Kind of but like I'm just going to leave this here.