A MONTH.
I SHOULD HAVE
NEVER LET YOU GO.
june 06, 2015
Dear brother,
A month, a full month since the day you took your last breath. I remember the last thing I said to you. "Go." with a small smile placed onto my lips. And your last words to me were "You know, I'm twelve minutes older than you."
I thought everything was going to be alright. Few cuts and bruises here and there, be sore the next morning. Nothing a little pain killers couldn't fix.
Never in my head I would think you would get shot, all over. Saving Clint and the small boy. I shouldn't have let you go.
I felt it, felt you fall; as you gasped for your last breath. Felt your heart beat slow down as you tried to grasp onto living, your sight leaving, everything going dark. And finally your hearing, the world mutes, making you fall into an eternal sleep that you can never wake up.
All was blank.
I never wanted you fade away like this, I could have saved you.
I'm sorry, please for give me Pietro.
Hope all is well for you, where ever the fallen ones go.
Love,
Your sister,
Wanda x
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dear brother ▷ w. maximoff
Fanfiction❝There is no saving me from this enduring pain and suffering. He understood me more than I understood myself. The fact that he is gone and never returning, brings a greater weight onto my shoulders.❞ ─ In which Wanda Maximoff writes lette...
