||"I felt a cleaving in my mind, as if my brain had split. I tried to match it, seam by seam, but could not make them fit."||
Vera and Wanda barely spoke to each other the next morning, and it was clear that what had happened yesterday in the bathroom was still lingering between them.
Her goal wasn't to create any animosity between them, and had there been another option, she would have taken it, but there wasn't, and because of this, there was now an unspoken awkwardness latched onto their backs, preventing them from even making conversation.
"I won't be joining you in your session today, Wanda," her nurse said, stopping in front of the doors that would lead them to Elijah. "But I'll be back before you're done here."
Vera's eyes had a somnolence about them, and for an instant, Wanda felt her fingers twitch at the craving of knowing what was bothering her friend. But she pushed her magic down and sighed, nodding her head at Vera before opening the doors to the room.
Did Wanda's outburst get Vera in trouble? Is that why she was behaving oddly?
The questions tormented Wanda all the way across the room, right up until she got to her spot on the couch across from Elijah.
His handsome face was already smiling by the time she met his gaze, and to her delight, she felt herself smile, too.
"You're a sight for sore eyes, Wanda," he blushed at his own compliment, and all Wanda could do was shake her head and laugh. Over the last few weeks, she'd grown comfortable around him, even when he asked questions she wasn't sure she could answer. It'd taken time of course, because it wasn't that long ago that she was hesitant to work with him, let alone talk about things she'd wanted to forget.
It's funny how discussing your past could ease off the pain that it caused.
"Anything on your mind?" he began, opening up his notebook and clicking his pen.
She wanted to tell him about her dreams, especially of the one she had the night before. From what she could remember, there was blood, not just on her clothes but on her hands. This signified something, right? If it did, she wasn't sure what it meant. She'd rattled her brain all morning as she got dressed, trying to figure it out, but nothing made sense to her.
Then there was the dream she'd had during yoga. This one unsettled her more than the other.
Her mind, she realized, was trying to tell her something.
Elijah called her name, and it wasn't until she looked up at him that she noticed he'd been trying to grab her attention. She'd taken too long to answer his question.
"Something's bothering you," he stated. "You can talk to me about it. It's why I'm here."
What could she possibly say? Confess to him that her dreams were trying to tell her something? Confess to him that she felt lonely? That she was beginning to feel the way she did when they'd left to Sokovia?
This last thought struck her, stinging her soul and mind in an uncomfortable way.
Was she losing her mind? Losing control of the power she'd worked so hard to strengthen over the seven months in Sokovia and the long, grueling training sessions with Professor Xavier and Jean? It couldn't be. She wouldn't allow it.
"I miss home," she decided to say. "I miss knowing what was wrong with me."
At this, Elijah frowned. It was so prominent that something in Wanda's mind clicked, and she knew then that he knew more than he was letting on. There was an undeniable sadness in his eyes as they looked at each other, and whatever it was that she did not know, she'd find out.
