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Chapter 3

Lost letters

Wanda lay curled up on her bed again, ignoring the tears that seemed to be never-ending. Her pillow was soaked but she didn't care. She couldn't believe he'd just show up like this. After he ignored her for three months, what gave him the right to just barge into her home and expect her to forgive him?

But she did forgive him; that was the problem. She hated him for making her think he forgot about her, that he didn't love her; but she forgave him anyway.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear her door open. It wasn't until she felt someone sit down on her bed that she realized anyone else was even in the room. She immediately tensed up and tried to wipe away her tears; but it didn't matter anyway, only an idiot wouldn't be able to see that she had been crying.

"Snookums, you ok?" She heard the person ask in a worried tone; she sighed.

"I'm fine Toad."

"It's not like you to cry, babycakes. He ain't worth it." She knew he didn't mean to, but that only upset her more.

"Toad, please, just…leave me alone." And for the first time ever, Toad did as she asked and left without another word. Wanda didn't have time to be shocked though, because she was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea.

Jumping up, she ran out of her room and down the hall toward the bathroom. The door was shut, but she barged in anyway; unfortunately, Pyro was the one in the shower. She didn't give much notice to this though, for she immediately threw herself down on the floor and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

Pyro stuck his head around the curtain and glared at the person who had barged in unannounced. But his glare softened immensely when he saw exactly who was on the floor. Suddenly, he was filled with worry and he grabbed a towel, hastily tying it around his lower half as he jumped out of the shower. He kneeled down beside her and rubbed her back comfortingly as she, once again, vomited.

After a few minutes, she reached up and slammed the toilet seat down before flushing the contents away. John was staring at her in concern as he watched her struggle to stand up. He followed suit a minute later, never taking his eyes off Wanda who was now splashing water onto her face.

"Wanda, what's wrong? Are you sick?" He asked, voice laced with worry.

"I'm fine Pyro." She said, putting extra emphasis on his name; his face fell even more.

"Come on Sheila, don't be like that." He said in a hurt tone.

"Like what exactly? You left me! How did you expect me to react?" She shouted, causing a few objects to start levitating.

"Wanda please, calm down." He said, grabbing his clothes from mid-air. And that's when he noticed the tears in her eyes, as well as the tearstains on her cheeks indicating she had been crying previously. He moved closer to her so that they were merely two feet apart and was more than a little surprised when she threw her arms around him and broke down.

He dropped his clothes and put his arms around her as well, holding her close. She was shaking horribly and it was starting to scare him; Wanda wasn't one to lose control like this.

"Wanda, sheila, you're scaring me." He whispered into her hair. "Please, talk to me."

"I'm scared John." She finally said, barely audible.

"Why?" He asked, tightening his grip on her. She was silent for a long while as she got control over herself again; she was sick of crying over him.

"We need to talk." Was all she said before breaking away from his grasp and heading toward the door. John stared at her retreating form and grabbed his clothes back off the floor, pulling his shirt on and following her out into the hall.

Reaching her room, they both went in, closing the door behind them. John finished getting dressed while Wanda walked over to her window and looked outside.

"What'd you wanna talk about, luv?" He asked, sitting down on her bed.

"John, why didn't you write or call or something? Why did you leave me believing that you didn't really care about me?" She asked intently. "I thought you loved me." She whispered that last part, turning to look at him.

"I do love you Wanda. And I did write; I wrote you every day." He said, still not understanding why she didn't receive a single one of his letters.

"Then where are they? Because this is the only thing I got." She said, grabbing the postcard off her nightstand and shoving it into his hands. John stared at it for a few minutes confused.

"This isn't my handwriting sheila."

"What?" She asked shocked, taking it from him again. Now that I think about it, it does look a little different. She thought as she stared at it for a few minutes. "Then who?"

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Wanda yelled at whomever it was to go away, but they opened the door and came in anyway. She looked up, glaring at the intruder.

"What do you want Toad?" She asked angrily.

"I…uh…I have something for you." He said nervously, glancing at the two of them in turn. "Here." He then handed her a stack of letters; she looked at him curiously.

She sat down on the bed and took one of the letters into her hands, reading the address. It was from John and it had an Arizona address on it. Wanda stared at it in shock before opening it with shaky hands. She read the letter with tears in her eyes before looking at the others; they were all from John. She glared at Toad.

"Why?" That was all she could bring herself to say as she prepared to hex him into oblivion.

"I…I'm really sorry Wanda…I…" He hung his head in shame, awaiting his punishment like a little kid that did something bad.

Wanda was about to hex him when John placed his hand on her shoulder, calming her. She turned to him with anger in her eyes; she couldn't believe Toad would do something like that; well, she could, but that was beside the point.

"Let him go luv, he's sorry." John whispered to her. Wanda reluctantly lowered her hands and told Toad, through clenched teeth, to get out of her sight; which he did immediately.

Wanda then walked back over to her bed and sat down, going through the letters that she thought didn't exist. John sat there patiently, watching her as she read each one. When she was finished, she turned to John and stared into his eyes.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"No need to apologize, luv. You didn't know." He said soothingly, taking her in his arms again.

A/N: You know, I watched "The Notebook" today for the first time (excellent movie, by the way). And the part about the letters reminded me of this chapter; which I honestly wrote before I ever saw the movie.