For Once In My Life

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Wanda Maximoff was no longer completely and utterly alone.

Her life was full of colour – an oil painting hung on her fridge, created by her beautiful daughter. Her thoughts were an orchestral symphony, composed by the love she allowed herself to receive. She no longer had to shut out the world. She had no need. Her whole world was right there with her, embodied in the form of the most incredible 16-year-old girl. A teenager who showed her she deserved to be alive, who believed that she could become a better person. And with her help, she had. She vowed never to hurt another human soul again.

Wanda still had dark thoughts; sometimes she doubted it was all real. But y/n would show up time and time again, reminding her that every second was precious, and that she shouldn't waste them by giving into the darkness we are all cursed to live with.

When y/n had told her about her parent's return, Wanda had feared the worst. She was certain of the girl's love for her, but a life with her parents was all she had ever wanted, and Wanda didn't want to take that from her. Then y/n reassured her they weren't her parents anymore – not after she'd found Wanda, and everything seemed to fall into place.

A family is not always the people you are born with; sometimes a family is found in the people you least expect. And that is the case for her and y/n. Never in a million years did she expect to find a daughter in the quaint village she had sought to hide away in all those months ago. Until she met y/n, she believed she'd be alone forever. But that fear had vanished. She once thought the only certainty in her life was pain and loss, but now, she was sure the only true certainty was the love she had for her child.

They both know that someday she will have to leave. Wanda will be called to save the world, and she will go. Because despite everything, she is both a hero and a mother.

Yet, they could say a million goodbyes, they could sail to opposite sides of the ocean, fly through different cosmoses, and it wouldn't matter. They would say hello again.

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