Between Lies and Love

Chapter 13

The apartment that had once felt like a warm, loving home was now cold and silent as Y/N gathered their things. The air inside seemed heavy, as though the emotions they were trying to hold back weighed down the very walls. Every step they took was a reminder of the life they had built here with Lizzy—or rather, with Wanda. Now, everything felt fractured beyond repair.

Lizzy—no, *Wanda*—stood by the doorway, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, fighting back tears. She didn't try to stop Y/N from packing. The guilt, the regret—she knew this was her fault. She had lied for so long, and now the person she loved most was walking away.

Y/N zipped up their last bag, pausing for a moment to catch their breath. Their emotions were a storm brewing inside—hurt, betrayal, confusion, and heartbreak all swirling together. It was overwhelming, and as much as they wanted to scream, to demand answers, they knew none would fix what had already been broken.

They glanced at Wanda, who looked like she was on the verge of breaking. Her eyes were red and swollen, her body trembling slightly from the weight of everything that had been revealed. But Y/N couldn't find the words to comfort her. The pain was still too raw.

"I'll come back for the rest later," Y/N said, their voice strained and distant. It was all they could manage without breaking down.

Wanda nodded, her lips trembling as she whispered, "I... I'll wait. Whenever you're ready."

Y/N didn't respond. They picked up their bag, not allowing themselves to look back as they walked out the door. The sound of the door closing behind them was deafening, like the final crack in a fragile glass that had finally shattered.

**Y/N's Perspective:**

The world outside felt different. The bustling city streets, which once provided comfort and familiarity, now seemed hostile and overwhelming. Y/N had never felt so alone, not even in their darkest moments before meeting Wanda. This was different. This was a betrayal of the heart, and it cut deeper than any wound they had ever known.

They tried to push through the crowded sidewalk, but the swell of people made their chest tighten with anxiety. Their powers, which had always been something they could control, now felt unpredictable. As they passed by a coffee shop, a gust of heat radiated from their body, and the temperature inside the shop spiked, steam rising from the cups of hot coffee.

"Damn, what is going on with the air conditioning?" someone inside muttered, fanning themselves.

Y/N clenched their fists, taking deep breaths, willing the rising heat around them to subside. But it wasn't working. The more they tried to suppress their emotions, the more unstable their powers became. The same powers they had never been fully in control of were now fueled by heartbreak, anger, and betrayal.

They couldn't stay out here, not like this. If they lost control in a crowded place... the consequences could be disastrous. Y/N ducked into a side street, leaning against a cold brick wall, trying to calm themselves. The temperature around them fluctuated wildly, hot and cold, hot and cold, matching the chaos inside them.

**Wanda's Perspective:**

Wanda sat on the couch, staring at the spot where Y/N had been just minutes before. The silence was unbearable. Every second that passed without them felt like an eternity. She had wanted to chase after them, to beg for forgiveness, but she knew better. She had already done enough damage.

She wiped at her tear-streaked face, trying to steady her breathing, but the pain in her chest wouldn't subside. Every corner of the apartment reminded her of Y/N—their shared meals, their quiet mornings, the laughter they used to share. And now, all of it was gone. Wanda had been prepared to face the consequences of her past, but nothing had prepared her for this. Nothing had prepared her for losing Y/N.

She stood up, pacing the apartment, restless and heartbroken. In the back of her mind, there was a constant fear—*What if they never come back?*

**Y/N's POV:**

Over the next few days, Y/N barely left the small apartment they had moved into. It was a far cry from the place they had shared with Wanda. It felt colder, emptier. Despite trying to move on, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about her—about everything she had revealed. Wanda's words echoed in their mind: "I did it to protect you." But even those words, meant to soothe, only made the betrayal sting more.

Y/N spent hours staring out the window, their powers fluctuating with every surge of emotion. Some mornings, they'd wake to find the room so hot they couldn't breathe. Other nights, they'd shiver under the covers, the air so cold it bit at their skin. The lack of control over their powers was terrifying, but Y/N didn't know how to stop it. How could they control their abilities when they couldn't even control their own heart?

**Wanda's POV:**

Wanda spent her nights alone in the apartment, replaying every moment of their relationship in her mind. She hadn't meant for this to happen. She had wanted to build a new life with Y/N, to leave the pain of her past behind. But now, it felt like her past had finally caught up to her, and she had dragged Y/N into it.

Each day without Y/N was torture. The quiet was suffocating, and Wanda found herself pacing the apartment, replaying the last conversation they had. She wanted to reach out, to tell Y/N she was sorry, to beg for forgiveness. But she knew she couldn't push. Y/N needed time, space—things Wanda wasn't sure she could give.

**Y/N POV:**

One night, Y/N lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The pain in their chest was constant, a dull ache that refused to fade. They clenched their eyes shut, trying to push the emotions away, but it was no use. The temperature in the room spiked suddenly, and Y/N could feel the heat radiating from their own body.

They sat up, breathing heavily, their hands shaking. "I can't... I can't do this," Y/N whispered to themselves. The weight of everything was too much, and the instability of their powers made them feel even more vulnerable. Every time they thought of Wanda—*Wanda, not Lizzy*—the anger and heartbreak came rushing back, and their powers reacted like a storm.

But despite the pain, despite everything, they couldn't stop loving her. And that was the worst part. How could they still love someone who had lied to them for years? How could they reconcile the person they fell in love with and the one who had kept so many secrets?

Y/N curled up in bed, the room cooling rapidly as a wave of sadness overtook them. They didn't know what to do. They didn't know how to move forward. But for now, all they could do was try to survive the storm of emotions raging inside them.