She looked down at him, and a terrible anxiety squeezed in her chest. She clutched a hand at her shirt, unable to handle the way he spoke. “Y-you’re not—” She muttered, but she couldn’t speak. Her mouth was dry and she didn’t know what to say.
“I waited for so long.” She muttered. “I-I had wanted to use the communicator you g-gave me but…I was afraid. A-afraid I might not hear you on the other end, or worse…you didn’t want to hear me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, her voice breathless. She felt her heart thudding at a sickeningly frantic rate and she knew she had to calm down. She turned from him a moment, bracing her hands on the desk as she struggled to breath.
He was shocked at what she said. Afraid he didn’t want to hear her? He couldn’t believe she could even think that. She was the only person he wanted to hear. He didn’t care about anyone else except for her.
Wade forced himself to his feet, and limped over to Twilight. He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Twilight.” He said, sniffling a little. “You are the one person on the planet that means the most to me. The fact that I’ve hurt you, like this, is just…” Wade searched his limited vocabulary for the right words. “… destroying me inside. You are the one person that I look forward to talking to. You are the person that I want to wake up, next to, each day.” He sighed. “But I’ve screwed that up…” His hand slipped from her shoulder, and fell to his side. “You have every right to hate me. You have every right to never want to speak to me again. I just want you to know…” He took a deep breath in. “That I love you…”
She shook her head, face hidden behind the straight, dark curtain of her hair. “P-please don’t say that…” She choked out. It was too much, too familiar to…someone like this. Someone who had loved and left her before and made his mark on her. And now, just as she was healing…wounds split open and leaked out painfully.
She whirled on him, suddenly angry. “I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you. I can’t hate anyone. And that is my flaw. Hate would mean I could activly push you away. B-but I can’t do that to anyone.” She hung her head again, and pulled up the hem of her skirt. On her thigh was the mark that had awakened her fate…a twisted heart with a glow behind it.
“Wade…I’m cursed to love and be left. I try to pick up the pieces…” She shook her head. “T-this time, I was thinking I succeeded.” She looked up at him, her face flushed. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she didn’t want to hide herself away. Not anymore. “Wade, I’m with someone else now. I’m sorry but…I couldn’t go on the way I was. A-and he cares for me, in the ways you did…” She covered her face with her hands, a shaking sob spilling out. “Oh Wade…why is this happening?”
"S-some…" Wade stammered. "S-someone else?" His mind began to race. How could this happen? Why’d he think that he was someone worth waiting for? He wanted to break something. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall. He could barely contain himself. He plopped back down in the chair, completely astonished.
About a minute passed, before he spoke again. “Twi… You just got to tell me one thing…” He looked up at her. A single tear began to run down his face, and he tried his best to hide it. He sniffled, a little bit. “W-whoever h-he is…” He drew in a deep breath. “He treats you right, right?” He began to stammer. “I-I mean, he makes you happy, right?”