Summary: After you and Natasha break up, you decide to write a letter to her and her future forever person
Warnings: Angst, cursing (the f word being used)
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Natasha gripped the letter tightly in her hands. She continued to stare at the words you wrote, re-reading every single word. Committing them to memory. Tears spilled out of her like a fountain as she read the letter you wrote to her future forever person. She sat on the couch that was in your once shared 2 bedroom apartment. "I'm so sorry, моя любовь." She cried, wishing that you could hear her. "I'm sorry for everything! Please! Just come back to me!!" she begged into the darkness of the quiet apartment.
Her tears began to fall faster when she thought back to the day you left.
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You were so excited! You were finally gonna see your girlfriend for the first time in 3 weeks. Natasha had been sent on a long undercover mission in Serbia, where S.H.I.E.L.D. suspected a large HYDRA base was set up.
You decided that because you haven't seen Nat in so long, you were gonna make her something nice for dinner. You were quick to leave your shared apartment, wanting to have everything already prepped for when Natasha came home. You quickly drove to the mall, getting all of your groceries when you decided that you had a bit more time before you really needed to get home. You decided to walk around the mall for a bit when you saw it.
Your worst nightmare.
Natasha standing in a jewelry store, with her ex. Wanda Maximoff.
You were always insecure about the fact that Natasha had dated Wanda before you. She was the whole package. Smart, funny, kind, caring, generous and so much more. More than you ever could be. Sure, you and Wanda are friends now, after a long time of Natasha and Wanda convincing you that nothing was ever going to happen again. You always knew Natasha would get bored of you one day. You just didn't think that today would be that day.
You quickly hid behind a podium that gave you a great view of the store, but made sure to stay hidden from the two redheads. After staring at the two, you decided to give Natasha a call, wondering if she was going to come clean about everything. You watched as she pulled out her phone, staring at it for a long time before she declined your call. You gaped at her, tears threatening to fall from your eyes before you fled the scene, not wanting to see the happy couple.
You drove home as fast as you could and you sat on the couch as you waited for Natasha. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. Soon it was approaching midnight, and you finally heard the front door unlock. You watched as Natasha quietly tip-toed her way into the house. She turned around, after locking the door, surprised to see you sitting there watching her with a deep frown on your face.
"драгоценная ангел, what're you doing still up?" she asked, looking at you. She was still in her mission attire, but you knew that she changed into it a bit before. After all, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt in the jewelry store.
"Where've you been?" Your voice was cold. Not at all how you usually spoke to her.
"What do you mean, Детка? I was on a mission."
"Don't lie to me! I saw you! You and Wanda!" Natasha's face paled at your words. She bit her lip nervously. "What the fuck were you doing at the mall with your ex?! Better yet! Why were you in a fucking jewelry store with her?!"
"Детка, let me explain!"
"No! Do I look dumb to you?! I'm not an idiot, Natasha!"
"Please! моя любовь! Let me explain!" Natasha cried out, walking towards you.
"What?! That you're fucking cheating on me? News flash! I know!!!"
"Listen, we're both tired. Let's just talk about this in the morning! Please!" The red-head begged.
"I fucking hate you, Natasha Romanoff."
"Любовь, you don't mean that."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Please! Just let me explain in the morning!"
"Fine..." You sighed before you walked away. Natasha crumbled as you walked away. She quickly walked into your shared bathroom, locking the door. She couldn't believe it. She sobbed her heart out that night. She felt like a prisoner inside her own head as she replayed your words over and over again.
The next morning, Natasha finally had the guts to leave. To explain everything to you. But when she walked out, you were gone. Your clothes were gone from the dresser, your laptop gone from your shared office. The biggest hint was the fact that your car was gone, along with your keys.
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Natasha sighed, pulling out the tiny velvet black box she's kept on her person since you left.
Opening up the top, she sighed. The ring that sat inside mocked her. Laughing at her for her misfortune. If she could've gone back in time, she would've. She would've explained to you right away. She would've gotten down on one knee and proposed to you right then and there. But she can't. Not anymore. Because you were gone. Leaving her utterly alone and shattered.
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