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After a few minutes he heard footsteps behind the door and then the lock. He took a few finger steps back and waited until the woman showed herself.
Larissa Weems to be exact.
She had survived. She was alive and Thing found her with Fenster's help.
When Larissa looked down and saw Thing, she winced. She knew him, but how, she didn't know exactly until it dawned. Addams, it went through her head. Wednesday Addams, came the next thought and Larissa spoke, "Thing, isn't it?"
He raised his thumb in confirmation and stepped down from the pile so Larissa could see it. He pointed to the pile and Larissa picked it up, but continued to look at him.
He did his best to form the signs clearly enough for Larissa to understand him.
Wednesday wrote this. You should read through it urgently and know.
"What should I know?" she asked, confused, and Thing gestured.
Just read it, he replied. Pen and paper please, he added, and watched as Larissa went into the house for a moment and then returned with a small piece of paper and pen. She placed it on the pile for him and waited while Thing wrote.
After he gave her back the pen, she took the paper with the numbers written on it.
Wednesday number: and the numbers
Larissa swallowed hard. 8 years had passed since she had last seen her. She had wondered what had become of her. Thing gestured goodbye and disappeared while Larissa went inside with the stack.
Normally she would have had two more appointments but she had canceled them. She was too curious about what Wednesday had written. She made herself a cup of tea, sat down on the couch and began to read.
Nevermore, she never knew!
We all know that feeling when someone has piqued our interest, that we feel the urge to want to tell that other person, but can't.
Because we are too young. Because we are too preoccupied with our pathetic fear. Or, because we simply are not allowed to.
And then fate plays a wonderful trick on us and everything turns out differently than we had wished.
Larissa felt the lump forming in her throat and just getting stuck there. She took a sip from her cup and continued reading.
There were so many things I would have liked to tell her. Things that I had to keep to myself for the entire last year at Nevermore.
It wasn't even the age difference that prevented me from confessing to her what was on my mind and how I felt about her. It really wasn't, because that didn't bother me. For me it was and is just numbers. However, she was my teacher and the principal of Nevermore to boot. That was the greater evil of my stupid, situation.
I had thought about it for a long time and had worked out the perfect plan.
Patience had been my best friend since childhood, so I thought I would just have to wait a few more months and then just confront her. What's a few months?
Unfortunately, this time it wasn't the monster who was the culprit, as much as I wished it was. But my nemesis the fate that a few days before my 18th birthday, my life simply ruined.
Because, all my plans and dreams were destroyed at the moment when the woman I loved died in front of my eyes and in my hands.
Larissa's vision blurred. Tears rolled down her cheeks and made it difficult to read. She reached for a tissue, wiped her nose, and then dabbed her tears away so she could continue reading.
I don't usually freeze. I really don't, but at that moment, as I watched the woman die, I froze.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that I wanted her, that I couldn't let her die, but I couldn't.
I looked at her pleadingly, however, I also saw her last breaths.
I reached for her hands and held them tightly, showing her that I was with her and hoping that she understood my crying soul.
I will never forget how the last tear ran from her dead eye and how she looked at me as if she had understood me. With the strong urge I felt not to want to leave her alone, I unfortunately didn't see what was happening behind my back.
By the time I realized something was wrong behind me and turned around, it was dark as well.
Laurel Gates had taken the back of my head as a target for her spade and, true to a coward, knocked me out from behind.
I knew and learned only one thing that night.
Laurel Gates could torture me, kick me, and beat me, none of which would really matter to me. Because to be completely honest, nothing hurt in my chest, more than losing this woman.
The woman to whom I had given my heart, who unfortunately knew nothing about it.
The woman from Nevermore,
Larissa Weems!
With a jerk, Larissa let go of the piece of paper and rubbed her eyes. Had she just read correctly?
It couldn't have been. Or could it? She picked up the paper again and read the last sentences once more. Stunned, speechless whatever she was, she tried to process what she had read. Images of what had happened that evening came up and made her freeze. What had she done?
Actually, she was sure that staying away would help Wednesday. She had survived. Even though it had taken her a long time to regenerate, she had survived in the end. She had seen the twinkle in Wednesdays eyes, but she hadn't counted on being able to interpret it to, being in love. Now, in retrospect, knowing, she could see parallels.
Larissa Weems became curious. How much more would she read about it? She wanted to find out and so she took the next page.