26. for anyone, anything! Make your heart happy!
"Please... Say something."
Wanda's voice breaks the shock that froze you, and your arms come up to protectively wrap around yourself.
"I'm engaged, Wanda."
"So- so what? That's it? You won't admit to feeling the same way I feel, the way I know you feel?" Her tone is desperate, as if her sheer willpower alone will make you change your mind.
"You should've said something way earlier." You reply. "Before my feelings changed." You shake your head. "I won't deny to have once loved you, but that time has long since passed. I've given my heart to someone who didn't play games with me. To someone who won't."
"I hadn't meant to." There are tears now pooling in her eyes, her hands balled into fists. "I swear."
You shrug. "It doesn't matter anymore, does it? I'm marrying Agatha."
"You can't actually want that." At the sound of your fiance's name, Wanda's eyes had hardened. "You can't possibly want someone so disgusting." She spits out the last word, anger now blazing through her. "She harms children. She kills others for her own greed. She's not worthy of you, someone so- so- so twisted should not be able to have someone so not."
You should walk away. You should. Really you ought to.
Wanda lands on the floor with a thud, hands clutching her nose that you just broke.
"Do not," you hiss, "talk about her that way."
Wanda starts to struggle to stand.
"Not when you've done just as bad things, if not worse. You have no right to get up on that high horse of yours and talk to me about the goodness of my future wife when you've killed twice as many people than she ever has."
Wanda's eyes widen. "Who told you that?"
You laugh, but it's hollow, empty.
"You think your sins are so well hidden they'd never reach my ears? I have the ability of vision, prophecy. Surely you must have realized that someone sent your repurposed husband after you."
Wanda's jaw clenches at that as she clearly tries to think of a response.
When several minutes of silence have past you shake your head again.
"This conversation is finished." You head towards the door before tossing over your shoulder, "don't expect an invitation."
