A little something:
The papers sit on the table between them, untouched, an undeniable symbol of the unraveling of their lives. Y/N stares at them, pen resting in her hand, but she can’t bring herself to sign. Not because she has doubts—those are long gone. It’s because signing means it’s real.
And she’s not sure she can survive that.
Across from her, Wanda shifts in her seat, one hand resting on the swell of her stomach. The sight sends a fresh, searing pain through Y/N’s chest, like an old wound torn open again and again. It’s more noticeable now—the pregnancy. There’s no pretending it isn’t real. No denying the proof of her betrayal growing right in front of Y/N’s eyes.
“You’re stalling,” Wanda says softly.
Y/N lets out a quiet breath, gaze still fixed on the papers. “I’m making sure I don’t regret this.”
The silence between them is suffocating.
“You don’t have to do this,” Wanda murmurs, and Y/N’s head snaps up, eyes burning.
“Don’t I?” Her voice is sharp, but it wavers, brittle under the weight of all she’s lost. “You made that choice for me, Wanda. The second you—” She cuts herself off, shaking her head as she exhales, voice cracking. “You don’t get to ask me to stay.”
Wanda’s lips press together, fingers tightening over the fabric of her dress as if holding onto herself will keep her from breaking.
But Y/N is already broken.
Her eyes trail to Wanda’s stomach again, to the undeniable reality of what’s happened, of what’s coming. “It should have been ours,” Y/N whispers, not sure if she meant for Wanda to hear it or if it was just a thought slipping out like an open wound.
Wanda flinches, eyes glassy, but she doesn’t deny it.
Y/N swallows hard, forcing herself to pick up the pen again. Her signature is shaky, uneven, the ink smudging slightly from the tremble in her fingers. But it’s done. She pushes the papers toward Wanda, meeting her gaze one last time.
“Now it is.”
Wanda doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, just watches as Y/N stands and walks away.
And this time, she doesn’t try to stop her.
Because she knows—some losses are permanent.
This is excellent, anon. I'd give you my permission to write your own version of the events following In Flames :) I'd read it honestly... :)
Guys, y'all have to see this. the angst <3
