AURORA

Roses

A/N: I'm getting emotional over this, please help me 😭✋🏼

Later that day, after visiting the graves of their fallen friends, Aurora felt a pull to go visit Natasha again but at the house she was hiding before Wanda found her.

"Wanda, I'll go visit Natasha" Aurora said softly as they walked back home. "I want to go alone."

Wanda nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Sure honey. I'll be here when you get back."

Aurora gave Wanda a grateful smile before setting off on her own.

The house was different this time, surrounded by tall trees and the gentle sound of a nearby stream. Aurora approached the front door, her heart heavy with emotion. She looked around realizing that her magic is slowly fading away from the house. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping into the silent, dust-covered interior.

The house was exactly as she had left it, -before she destroyed everything with her magic, before Natasha's death- filled with the remnants of their plans. There were sketches and notes pinned to the walls, detailing ideas for renovations and decorations. A pair of old, worn armchairs sat by the fireplace, where they had often talked about their future.

Aurora walked through the rooms, each step echoing with the ghost of Natasha's laughter. She finally stopped in the living room, where they had spent so many evenings dreaming about the life they would build together. "Shit" She sank into one of the armchairs, her fingers tracing the worn fabric.

"Natalia" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Where are you, please talk to me"

Aurora closed her eyes, hoping to sense Natasha's spirit, as she often had in the past. She waited, but there was only silence. The air felt different, empty. She couldn't sense Natasha at all, and it filled her with a deep, aching sorrow.

"Please, Natasha," Aurora pleaded, her voice barely audible. "I need to feel you, to hear you. I don't know if I can do this without you."

The silence stretched on, the emptiness in the room pressing down on her. Tears streamed down her face as she realized Natasha was truly gone, beyond her reach. She had come here seeking solace, but instead, she found only the cold reality of her loss. Purple energy fading away slowly catching Aurora's eyes. "No, no please no" she tried catching the purple energy but no result.

Aurora stayed there for a long time, letting her grief wash over her. She spoke to Natasha, even though she couldn't hear a response anymore, sharing her thoughts and fears. It was a one-sided conversation, but it was all she had left.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room, Aurora finally stood up. She took one last look around, her heart heavy but resolved.

Aurora closed the door behind her,she stopped on her tracks catching a glimpse of a rose. She knelt down brushing her fingers over it. "Don't..." she whispered and suddenly roses appeared feeling the whole garden. Aurora stood up getting a better look of the garden. "Наталья, не делай этого со мной..." (Natalia, don't do this to me).
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Two hours later, she arrived back home, Wanda was waiting for her, a comforting presence in the growing twilight. Aurora walked up to her, and without a word, Wanda pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Honey?" Wanda asked softly.

Aurora shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. "she's really gone this time, Wands"

Wanda nodded, understanding that after Aurora's magic was consumed by Agatha she knew her magic will fade away from Natasha's soul. "What?"Wanda asked in a sad tone.

Aurora leaned into Wanda, letting her emotions out. "She's gone" Aurora whispered. "I'm here honey, I'm here"Wanda reassured her.

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Wanda could sense the change in Aurora's mood, a deep sadness that weighed heavily on her. She didn't press for more details, knowing Aurora needed space to process her feelings. Instead, she stayed close, offering silent support.

That evening, Aurora retreated to a quiet corner of the house to meditate. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, trying to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil in her heart. Wanda watched from a distance, her concern for Aurora growing with each passing moment.

Aurora focused on her breathing, attempting to calm her mind. She tried to reconnect with the energy that once flowed so freely through her, but it felt distant, almost unreachable. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the garden, to the roses that had suddenly bloomed, a bittersweet reminder of Natasha.

As Aurora meditated, Wanda sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye on her. She wanted to be there for Aurora, to offer comfort in any way she could. After what felt like an eternity, Aurora finally opened her eyes, the sadness still evident in her gaze.

Wanda approached her slowly, kneeling beside her. "How are you feeling?" she asked gently.

Aurora sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I don't know, Wanda. It's like part of me is missing, and I can't get it back."

Wanda reached out, taking Aurora's hand in hers. "I know it's hard, but you have me. I can help you if you let me."

Aurora managed a small smile, appreciating Wanda's unwavering support. "Thank you. But I have to figure it out on my own"

Wanda pulled Aurora into a comforting embrace, holding her close. "You're not alone though. Don't do anything stupid without me knowing again, please."

Aurora nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst her sorrow. She leaned into Wanda, drawing strength from her presence. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace in their shared connection.

As the night grew darker, they finally moved to the living room, settling on the couch. Wanda made them some tea, the warm liquid providing a small comfort. They talked quietly, sharing memories and dreams, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

Wanda sensed that Aurora needed a distraction, something to take her mind off the pain. "Do you want to watch a movie or maybe go for a walk?" she suggested.

Aurora considered it for a moment before nodding. "A walk sounds nice. Fresh air might help clear my head."

They put on their jackets and stepped outside, the cool night air refreshing against their skin. They walked in comfortable silence, the stars twinkling above them. Wanda kept a steady pace beside Aurora, her hand intertwined with hers.

As they walked, Aurora felt a sense of calm beginning to wash over her. The pain was still there, but it was manageable, especially with Wanda by her side. She took a deep breath, feeling a flicker of hope.

"Wanda, thank you," Aurora said softly, squeezing her hand. "For being here, for everything."

Wanda smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "Aurora, as I said before I'm here, always"