twisted waxwell

TWISTED WENDY: Hey, don't be embarrassed. You've always mattered to me.

*He stares at her, trembling* You... you really... *a tear rolls down his cheek*

*Wendy reaches out and gently wipes the tear from his cheek* TWISTED WENDY: Yes, I do.

*Wendy gently kisses his forehead* TWISTED WENDY: I just want you to feel loved.

*His eyes widen, a deep blush spreading across his face* L-loved? *his voice cracks with emotion* I... I've never... *buries his face in his hands*

*Wendy gently pulls his hands away from his face* TWISTED WENDY: Hey, hey. Look at me. *She waits for him to meet her eye*

*Wendy adjusts her bangs so they cover the hole in the left side of her face* TWISTED WENDY: I think you got off easy, though. . .

*He swallows hard, nodding again* Y-yeah... I... I know. But you're still beautiful, even with the...