"She is there,
Always at the back of my mind,
Soft touches send thrills down my spine,
Deep scars that she despises,
Only cause her beauty to grow.
A broken wolf who never stops trying,
Fiery blue eyes,
Fierce claws,
A predator.
When her eyes get that look,
I know that I am gone,
She hunts me in the dark,
And I am but a willing prey.
Inner strength pushes me,
Against the wall,
Against the door,
Against my heart.
She is the breath in my lungs,
The sun to my moon,
The bright sky to my stormy night,
The wolf to my raven.
She is beauty,
She is grace,
She will kill,
She will hurt,
Only for me.
I would live,
I would cease to kill,
I would write her poetry,
I would give my soul,
My life,
My heart to Mi Amore...."
The typing stopped. Wednesday couldn't think of what else to add. How she could ever fully express her emotions? Especially with the need to keep the wolf in the dark. Enid could never know. What would she think? What would she say?
No, this was something better left crumpled up and thrown away. Just the emotions she kept trying to hide. The paper was ripped from the typewriter and hastily crumpled. She threw it into the wastebasket that already had dozens of similar love poems. Enid would never know.
Thing had other ideas. He saw how they both pined for each other. This really needed to end, for the room could only fit so much gay yearning in it. He shook himself and ready for this new mission. Make these two stop pining. The quickest way would be to let Enid read these. She would be the only one that would do something about it. Wednesday, though she would never admit it, was way too much of a coward to act. If he had a mouth, he would have been smiling, this mission was go.
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When Enid returned to the room, she was surprised to see Thing carefully uncrumpling paper from where Wednesday would throw away bad drafts. What was going on? Why was he doing this? Her curiosity got the better of her and she approached
"Thing....? What's going on here?"
He made a come hither motion as best he could.
"That's not a real answer!" she scoffed. Nevertheless, she approached cautiously. One could never tell with any of the Addams. Yet, she saw that each of these papers seemed more like poems? But to whom?
As she picked them up one by one, and slowly began to read them, a realization began to dawn. Oh. Oh shit. Wednesday liked-no loved her! This made her sigh in relief. So her feelings were not unrequited!
"Thank you, Thing! I now have to corner a small murderess!"
He waved goodbye. Now, there would be no more yearning. Or, at the very least he had one less group to worry about. There was still Yoko and Bianca, Ajax and Xavier, and so much more. These kids really needed to get their shit together. Or rather, they needed a helping hand.