Nat looked at her, wondering if she knew how powerful those words were.
Those words, two words, three syllables, eight letters, they hung everything.
She struggled to get even a sound out, God her lungs were still burning.. "I-"
Wanda planted her hands on her shoulders, staring intensely with her emerald eyes. Nat could get lost in those eyes..
"Listen, I'll be back soon."
"No- Wanda- Please..." again with the begging.. Honestly, she needed to get a grip on herself. She was breaking. Again. Her voice was just dripping with raw emotion.. Her stupid cracks were showing again.
Wanda leaned over her and kissed her forehead, draping her face in a curtain of fire red hair, "Hey... it's okay... I'll be fine..." Her voice was soft. Like you'd talk to a sick child.
"No- I know- Please..." She wanted to smack herself. If she could just stop sounding like a freaking wounded puppy maybe Wanda would take her seriously.
Wanda's expression softened, "Hey... it shouldn't take long..."
"But- please?" Another internal groan.
Wanda didn't respond. She just bent over Nat again and kissed her forehead, which was no doubt burning up, or clammy, or both.
Then she got up, beginning to gather her stuff. Of course she was gonna go either way. Nat sighed internally, cursing herself for this entire situation.
She was starting to grasp at straws. She just couldn't let Wanda go. Especially not by herself.
"No- Wanda- Darling.. please..." She couldn't even form a full sentence. What the heck was wrong with her?
Wanda just sighed, probably exasperated with her. She always screwed things up. Always. Wanda was the one good thing in her life, and she was screwing it up.
Something inside her broke at that. "Please?"
