I THINK I'M
ALRIGHT.
june 14, 2015
Dear brother,
One month and eight days have gone by since your passing.
However, this letter may not be a broken, and gloomy as like the others. The hole in my heart seemed to have shrunk. However, not as much as I hope. (However, do I really want it to shrink? I feel as if it shrinks, you may not be in my thoughts as much as you are right now.)
Anyways, I went out for lunch, the very first time in a while. Steve suggested we should go out and eat. Though, I believe I really didn't have much of a choice.
He was very convincing, he did this pout where you could melt in his hands. His blue-green eyes twinkling as his bottom lip stuck out. It made me laugh.
Laugh Pietro!
It's been forever since I laughed or even cracked a genuine smile. All I could do was have a single expression, eyes stained of dry tears, puffy and red. Hair never brushed, washed.
I wore a sundress. When was the last time I wore one? Last time I wore one was when we were 12, on our birthday. You and papa went out to pick it out specifically for this day. It was such a bright and beautiful dress. Daises printed all over, straps made of lace ─ I felt as if I were a princess.
Steve chose out the dress. (Which of course Tony bought.) It reminded me of the dress. I smiled.
I feel as if everything's alright.
I think I'm alright.
Hope all is well with you; where ever the fallen ones go.
Love,
Your sister,
Wanda xx
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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...
