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Numb, you were always numb until she came. When she walked in the scene -scene?- she was different. Your first meeting was forever engraved in your memory.
"Hello I'm Agnes! Your neighbour to the left, my left not yours!" She had said, breaking you from your trance.
"Good morning! I'm y/n!" You had replied, your own name feeling foreign to your tongue.
She had stared at you up and down, taking in the outfit you were wearing. Then her bright eyes had gone back to yours full of malice. Something you had never seen in Westview until now.
"Are you married, dear?" Agnes asked after mentioning the married couple that lived near your house. However the brunette seemed to already know the answer to her question. How?
"I'm not actually, and I still have time since I'm only..." You froned. Only what? How old were you exactly? Your neighbour must have noticed your distress because she continued.
"Really? That's surprising coming from a lovely gal like you!" She said, winking at you playfully.
Despite her idle chit chats, you had a feeling she actually wanted something else from you but you ignored it because of the bright beautiful smile she would always have on her face.
You loved the way her lips would stretch wide into a smile making the corner of her eyes crinkle, a smile so wide it was similar to the Cheshire cat's. You always chose your words carefully to make her smile again. You swore there was something behind those smiles, especially the ones she gave you, only for you it seemed because the ones she gave to all the others were fake. You were constantly after her smiles and the sound of her laughter.
You thought wherever she was, she stole the show. What show? You did not know
but ever since she was here you felt loved, so, so loved. She was so full of love, pouring all of it into you like one would pour cream on cinnamon rolls, sweet and spicy. And you were always craving for it like a child would crave for dessert.
She knew you it seemed. Before... Westview? There was nothing before Westview. You didn't know her. You didn't even know who you were but when she had kissed you for the first time, you sensed it wasn't actually the first time. You couldn't explain it but you wished you could remember your life before Westview, to have vivid memories of your time together.
She was your favourite friend. Your only friend, only lover. And she knew that because she always would always take so much. She would take, take, take, always take all of you, almost as if she was trying to swallow you whole. And you would let her because, isn't that what lovers did?
Anytime her soft red lips met yours, it was similar to an out of body experience, always stronger than the previous one as the kisses grew more passionate almost as if she was constantly trying to suck the life out of you like a succubus.
At nights, right after she made love to you, she would always praise you so much.
"My good girl." She would say over and over again. "They dont love you like I do." She would murmur. And you believed her, because it was true wasn't it? Who were 'they'? You didn't know and didn't care.
"They dont love you like I do." She would continue until you fell asleep with her possessive hand holding you to protect you from the evil of this world. She was addicted to you almost as much as she was addicted to power.
Almost.
You always knew she was a mess but you were always here to pick up the pieces and she would do the same because, that was what lovers did, right? You had fallen in love with a war and you were the light amidst her storm.
And then she became Agatha. And Agatha was so much better, so vibrant and full of life. Of course she was a witch, how else would she have you completely bewitched? You were sure the witch was a higher being who would grace you with all her beauty and you felt so grateful, so, so thankful to be close to a powerful being such as her.
Your lover promised she had come to get you and free you completely from Wanda's hold but maybe she wanted to put you under her own hold just like you had her under yours.
Sometimes you even thought she controlled your every move but what was wrong with being a puppet if your puppet master was as beautiful as this one?
How could you care? You felt liquid smooth under her touch, as malleable as a playdough because her touch felt right. You would beg her to grace you with her delicate skin. And she would do it because she was so merciful. Because you were her faithful doll, one she would stitch up when it got torn. You felt like you would fall apart when her gaze did not fall upon you and you desperately hoped she would catch you, capture you. You wished time would stop when you were together.
But time always came rushing like a wave. Like Cronus would devour his children, time consumed itself too fast for your liking. Yet you wished life was an endless circle because you knew these moments were so pleasurable it made your life worth living over and over again.
She often said she would kill for you. But that was what lovers did, right?
Love was magic. Not pure magic, not at all, it was dark but so inviting and exquisite, it lured you in only to trap you forever. You hoped your prison full of love didn't have a key because you were completely infatuated with her.
You were each other's only friend, only lover.
"Don't leave me." She would say. And you knew you never would. It had always been her and you.
So when Wanda made her stay in Westview forever, you stayed too because in this lifetime you would stick together. Wasn't this why she came to this perfectly flawed town in the first place? Because, that was what lovers did, right? If that made you insane, then so be it.