Wanda's pov:
It has been hard. As everyone has expected. Losing someone is not the easiest thing to recover from, especially when it's your twin. I try not to think of that day, but it's hard not to when it's always being brought up. I spend most of my time alone now. In my small apartment in Washington D.C. After... Sokovia, I was situated with a home. I gladly accepted. It is not like I had anywhere else to go. To my surprise, the city is quite beautiful. I don't get out much, but I'm never not mesmerized by the beautiful scenery. I love my little home. It's on the third floor so I always get a great view of the sunset coming over the city every morning. I'm always awake, never sleeping. Sometimes I accidentally drift off to sleep, but try to keep myself awake as much as I can. I don't wanna dream. I don't wanna go to bed, I don't wanna have nightmares. Because I know if I fall asleep, they'll come rushing in. Flooding my mind with horrible memories. Even the happy memories of me and Pie- I can't even say his name. The happy memories of me and my brother will just make me miss him more and leave me in complete agony. So for now I stay home, alone. On the occasion I have to go out to buy food. But I try to stock up. I know the best thing to do is try to move forward, but I don't think I'm ready. How do you know when you'll be ready? Will you ever be? Maybe you just have to push yourself to move on. Not to move on entirely, just move forward from the pain.
