Nat felt like crap.
That's an understatement. Her being hurt. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt.
And they were keeping her cooped up. Like she was broken beyond repair. Sometimes she pretended to be asleep when Wanda went to visit her. She didn't want her to see her like that.
She starved to feel Wanda wake up next to her again.
Warm. And curled into her... Her fiery red hair somewhat knotted due to sleep..
The warmth of sleep enveloping her.. her cheeks pink.. all relaxed...
She's never like that anymore. And it's Nat's fault.
She put them in this position.
She knew better than to let her guard down. But she did anyway. It was all her fault.
It wasn't fair.
She couldn't do anything.
She couldn't be near anyone.
It was torture. Having Wanda so close, but also so far.
Being able to barely smell the lemon honey shampoo she used.
But not being able to tangle her fingers in her hair..
It was torture.
