The days stretched into weeks, but the wounds left by the confrontation still felt fresh. Both Y/N and Wanda tried to move forward, but neither could escape the shadow of what they had lost. Their love lingered in the quiet moments, the spaces between thoughts, where neither could fully let go of the other.
Y/N sat in the small apartment they now called home, staring blankly at the window. The days felt long, and even though they tried to fill them with distractions—work, errands, anything to keep their mind off Wanda—nothing seemed to help. No matter how hard they tried to suppress it, the memories of their time together kept flooding back.
The nights were the worst. Lying alone in bed, their thoughts drifted back to Wanda. The way she used to laugh, the little moments they shared—so many memories, now tainted by the lies she had hidden behind. But no matter how hard Y/N tried, they couldn't stop loving her. It was a deep ache in their chest that wouldn't go away, a pain that was always there, just beneath the surface.
One night, as they lay in bed, thinking of her, the temperature in the room began to shift. Without realizing it, Y/N's emotions bled into their powers. The air grew frigid, frost creeping up the windowpanes as the sadness and betrayal coursed through them. They could feel the chill settling into their bones, but the cold didn't bother them as much as the emptiness that had settled in their heart.
*Why can't I just forget her?* Y/N thought to themselves, pulling the blanket tighter around their body as the temperature continued to drop. But they already knew the answer—they couldn't forget because they still loved her, despite everything.
The next morning, Y/N woke to find the room freezing. Their breath turned into small puffs of air as they sat up, realizing they had once again lost control of their powers. It was happening more often now. Every time their thoughts drifted to Wanda, the temperature shifted—either burning hot with anger or freezing cold with sadness. And it was becoming harder and harder to control.
***
On the other side of the city, Wanda was struggling with her own demons. The apartment, once filled with warmth and laughter, now felt like a cold, empty shell. Everywhere she looked, she saw reminders of Y/N—their favorite spot on the couch, the coffee mugs they used to drink from in the mornings. The silence was deafening.
Wanda paced back and forth, unable to settle her restless mind. Every day was the same—guilt eating away at her, sorrow clinging to her like a second skin. She had destroyed the most important thing in her life, and she didn't know how to fix it.
She had considered leaving town again, packing her bags and disappearing like she had done before. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe it would spare Y/N from more pain. But every time Wanda thought about leaving, a sharp pain twisted in her chest. She didn't want to run again. She didn't want to leave Y/N behind. But what other choice did she have?
Sitting down at the kitchen table, Wanda placed her head in her hands. *I did this to us*, she thought bitterly. The lies, the secrets—she had created this mess. And now Y/N was suffering because of it.
A part of her wanted to reach out, to try and make things right, but she knew Y/N needed time. Y/N needed space to heal, and Wanda wasn't sure if they would ever be able to forgive her. The guilt weighed heavily on her, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could bear it.
***
The longer Y/N spent away from Wanda, the harder it became to control their emotions—and their powers. Every little reminder of her seemed to send them spiraling. When Y/N thought of Wanda's laugh or her touch, the air would become unbearably hot, as if their anger and love were battling for control. And then, when they remembered the betrayal, the lies, the years of deception, the cold would return, freezing everything in its path.
It was a constant cycle, and Y/N couldn't break free from it. They felt trapped in their own mind, their emotions manifesting in ways they couldn't control. It made them wary of going out, afraid they might lose control in public. They spent more and more time isolated, avoiding friends and places they used to enjoy.
One day, as Y/N sat at a café, trying to distract themselves with work, they felt the familiar pull of their emotions. It started with a small flicker of heat, barely noticeable, but soon it intensified. The frustration bubbled up inside of them, and the temperature around them began to rise.
"Hey, is the AC broken?" someone nearby complained, fanning themselves.
Y/N clenched their fists, trying to calm their breathing, but it was no use. The heat continued to rise. They grabbed their bag and hurried out of the café, trying to escape before they completely lost control.
***
Wanda, too, was feeling the strain. The longer she stayed in the apartment, the more suffocating it felt. Every corner of the place reminded her of Y/N, and the guilt gnawed at her relentlessly. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to do something—anything—to stop the pain.
But what could she do? She had already caused so much damage. Every time she thought about reaching out to Y/N, fear held her back. What if Y/N didn't want to hear from her? What if Y/N never forgave her?
One afternoon, Wanda sat by the window, staring out at the city. She had thought about leaving again. Maybe it was time to disappear for good. She had come to this city to escape her past, but it had only caught up with her, and now it had destroyed the one good thing she had left—her relationship with Y/N.
As much as Wanda hated the idea of running again, a part of her believed it might be the only way to stop the pain. If she left, Y/N could move on without the burden of her lies. Maybe that was the kindest thing she could do for them.
But every time she thought about leaving, she felt a pull in her chest—a deep, aching love that refused to let go. Despite everything, she still loved Y/N more than anything. And the thought of never seeing them again was unbearable.
For both Y/N and Wanda, the days stretched on in a painful blur. Neither of them could truly move on, haunted by their memories and the love they still felt for each other. Y/N was torn between their feelings of betrayal and the deep love they still carried for Wanda, while Wanda wrestled with her guilt and sorrow, unsure if she could ever be forgiven.
Every time Y/N tried to forget Wanda, something would remind them of her—an old photograph, a song on the radio, or a small gesture someone made that reminded them of her quirks. And every time Y/N thought about reaching out, their anger flared, and the room would burn with the intensity of their emotions.
Meanwhile, Wanda sat alone in their old apartment, wrestling with the guilt that consumed her. She had lost the person she loved most in the world, and it was her own fault. Now, she didn't know if Y/N would ever come back—or if they even wanted to.
As the days passed, both of them began to realize that moving on wasn't as simple as walking away. Their love for each other, despite the lies and the pain, still lingered in the spaces between their anger and sadness. And though neither of them was ready to admit it, they both knew deep down that they weren't ready to let go.
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Between Lies and Love
FanfictionWanda, hiding under the name Lizzy, has run from her past for too long. Y/N, with powers they can't fully control, just wants to build a life free of complications. When their worlds collide, love blooms, but the lies between them threaten to unrave...