Timmy shut the bathroom door, and locked it securely. He tugged on the doorknob once, to make sure it was locked, and then sighed. He was safe for a while from his parents. Thankful it was a Saturday, Timmy opened his mouth, getting ready to call for his godparents, before he stopped. He couldn't call Wanda. Well, he could, but wouldn't that be inconsiderate, which was something that Wanda really wanted him to be?
Timmy sat down on the toilet, and rested his elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands. Wanda needed a break from…whatever, him, he supposed. So he shouldn't call her and make her explain everything to him. Cosmo was the only other choice he had.
"Cosmo!" Timmy whispered loudly, trying not to attract his parent's attention. He waited a few moments, before Cosmo poofed in front of him, looking just as emotionally drained as Wanda did that morning.
"Yea Timmy?" Cosmo's normally hyper and cheerful voice was now flat.
"Wanda said that you weren't gonna be around for much longer, and she didn't want to tell me why, so that's why I called you, so you could tell me why you're gonna be here for much longer." Timmy took a deep breath and waited.
"We're getting a divorce."
Timmy heard this, and nearly fell off the bathroom toilet.
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"My beautiful Wanda, you do not deserve such horrible treatment from such an idiot such as Cosmo." Juandissimo spat out Cosmo's name like dirt. But still, his voice sounded like an angel's to Wanda.
She wanted to wrench herself away from him, away from his embrace, but she couldn't. She couldn't get enough of his loving arms wrapped around her body. He held her like Cosmo used to, back when they were close. They disappeared from Timmy's windowsill, and back into the castle that Wanda once called a home. Now it was a place for all her memories, good ones and bad ones. It just so happened that Wanda had had more bad ones than good lately.
Juandissimo took her hand gently, and led her down the hallway. Her body was on automatic; she followed him like a robot. Her eyes looked at the pictures of her and Cosmo lined up along stairway Juandissimo was leading her up. Each memory flashed through her mind as her eyes settled on them.
She barely noticed when her feet had stopped at the door to her bedroom. Juandissimo opened the door, and gently led her inside. They were to the bed in what seemed to Wanda like hours, when it reality it was mere seconds. Her breath became uneven, as his sat down on her bed, and pulled her closer. His hands were soft to the touch. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was Cosmo's face, as he told her he wanted a divorce. She opened them, just in time to Juandissimo's close, and his lips touch hers. He pulled her in his arms, and she lay in his embrace for forever, until again, Cosmo popped into her head. She didn't want this; Juandissimo. She wanted Cosmo, and he was the only fairy she'd ever want.
She pushed Juandissimo away from her, and shook her head apologetically. She couldn't do it. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "But I love him, I really do. I don't care if he doesn't love me, but I don't think I can ever love anyone else."