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“
The emotion that can break your heart,
is sometimes the same one that heals it.
─ Nicholas Sparks.”
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Strangeness. Uncertainty. Feelings.
When the semester began, Wednesday was somehow excited. As if she was trying out new methods of torture with Pugsley and they had given her the expected results. During those months at Addams Manor, she had been corresponding with Enid and although it was hard to admit, she had missed her a bit, but only because she had grown accustomed to her noisy presence.
Lurch dropped his bags and said goodbye with a hoarse groan, walking slowly out of the room. Wednesday took in the view before he began to unpack.
His girlfriend's side was still empty, if he remembered correctly, Enid had told him, "I'm coming a week early to the dorm, I can't wait to see you!"
Strangeness. Uncertainty. Feelings.
Strange.
But it was Enid, she shouldn't overthink so much.
In a short time, everything was meticulously arranged, she dropped into her desk chair and allowed herself to relax, it was still early to write. She would prefer to write once the blonde arrived, not for any particular reason linked to feelings, no, it would be a method to shut up and ignore the girl.
Thing climbed up the table and began to communicate in a demanding manner.
Tap, tap, tap. (Where is she?)
─ Don't start now ─ she shushed him annoyed ─ she hasn't warned me about the change of plans, is it my fault?
Tap, tap, tap, tap. (Don't be dramatic.)
─ You're the dramatic one here. Remind me again why I didn't bring the crossbow ─ Thing made a tap, tap reluctantly. Oh, right. Pugsley had lately become obsessed with explosives and seemed to be competing with her to see who had better aim to stalk Pubert, the poor guy wasn't even allowed to rest for a moment during Wednesday's stay.
If it weren't for his parents, Wednesday really would have killed his pesky siblings.
"Thank hell" she would have said with relief had her plans not been thwarted by his family.
Speaking of siblings, she vaguely remembered the night before using her knife and not having sharpened it. She should have it in his valise, and she definitely brought it for pleasure, she had no reason not to have it around.
As soon as he got up to look, he heard the door creak and slam loudly shut. She froze instantly, she was surprised to see Enid so... out of herself, she had her pupils dilated, her claws (did they look sharper and longer?) out, her mouth in a crooked grimace and her brow deeply furrowed. She looked scary. Cute.
─ Enid ─ waved and seemed to snap the girl out of her trance, more only helped to relax her gaze.
─ Wednesday ─ she returned in a raspy voice, as if she had been screaming for hours.
Then she was left processing, standing in front of the door. Wednesday began to count how long it would take to be squeezed in a suffocating embrace. One, two, three, four, five, six... ─ WEDNESDAY!!!!
However, the blonde girl stayed in place, barely smiling at her. ─ I'm glad to see you! You don't know how long I waited!
"It shows" thought the red-haired girl teasingly.
In return, Wednesday hummed disinterestedly. ─ What were you mad about? ─ she questioned crawling up to her. Enid frowned again, forgetting how direct her companion was.
She folded his arms, still with her claws out and also approached. ─ It's not important ─ she said and made a dismissive gesture.
She didn't bother to add more and if her partner insisted, she would just ignore her. It was easy.
Just... Wednesday didn't press any further and went back to her side of the room. A part of her was disappointed.
Thing ran to meet her, so she subsequently forgot about what happened and urged various gossip with him.
It was nice to have at least one friend in the room.
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Pain. Stabbed. Enid.
The week went by fast. And Wednesday was stuck with the beginning of it; Enid had been pretty weird, she kept getting more distracted than usual, her claws would suddenly come out, she talked less and less, she distanced herself from everyone when she had the chance, and she was always wearing an indifferent expression. It was like looking in the mirror, and, for once, Wednesday didn't like the reflection. It wasn't her Enid.
Living with the blonde had the advantage of being able to read her through her actions. It was enough to look at her during the week to hypothesize that something happened with her "family" (or rather, a group of trash, of which Enid shared blood. Wednesday kept wanting to kill them, for Enid they were still standing), consequently, it infuriated her to be aware of the correctness of her theory.
She would have no other explanation for Enid's out-of-control behavior.
She wanted to ramble on more, so the observation went on for another week. And she could only feel...guilty? (Was there even such a feeling? She had discovered it when she was abandoned on the night of her birthday) that even she understood the hidden reason.
Pain. Stabbed. Enid.
Maybe because Enid was her girlfriend and she cared about her, behind her emotionless face, behind her intentionally hurtful comments. She softened exclusively for Enid, no one else had that privilege.
Thing called out to her impatiently and nudged her shoulder to wake her up. Wednesday gave him a death glare.
He was worried about his friend, she stopped paying attention to him, she wouldn't tell him anything and every time he came near, she flinched as if she was disgusted by him. He was hurting deeply.
It was worse than when he was stabbed that time.
Wednesday comforted him every day, much to his chagrin. Regardless of what happened, this simply could not go on. Enid had to be okay, Wednesday had to see her shine again.
Wednesday was going to make her shine again. She was going to polish the diamond back to condition.
With the appendage on her shoulder, she walked over to the other bed, where Enid lay listlessly.
─ Enid ─ she called. Her voice held an unforgivable emotion, like watching her family tortured by people who were not her, like watching the knife pierce a different surface at which she was aiming.
─ Uhm? ─ she answered him this one. She sounded so lost, so broken.
Her poison heart sweetened at her.
─ You've been out of your usual aura. Something crucial happened and it's undeniably upsetting you. Thing and I want to know the busilis.
Enid filled Wednesday with stupor; she got out of bed and slammed the door out of the room in record time. She was fleeing like the tarantula she tried to kill for breakfast.
If you compared the situations with an expert eye, you would find an apparition. Both had been scared away by Wednesday, and eventually, the tarantula gave up. Enid would eventually get tired of running away.
It was a matter of giving time to time, wasn't it? Gomez's love gene screamed at her to be patient. That her partner would crawl to her for comfort and open her heart, in the same way as dissecting a toad in Biology class, for only her.
─ Take it easy, Thing. She'll soon come to her senses, give her time ─ she gave her best consolation.
And an ant-sized fragment inside her forced her to wonder if she was saying it to Thing or to herself.
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Confusion. Flight. Negativity.
Apparently, she had "screwed up", as Pugsley would grammatically misspoken.
Enid didn't show up for the rest of the day and even avoided her the next morning. If they exchanged glances, she had a look as if he was seeing a ghost (a large dog frightened by a ghost; ironic). If she listened to her, she seemed to shudder as if she saw blood gushing on the walls (how was she still in dread of blood? If she had thrown herself into saving her, it still meant being on the tightrope between living or dying).
Wednesday was known for having no patience and wanting everything right now. Her mother had taught her that, it was unchangeable in her blood. However, Enid managed to contradict her entire being.
If she said black, Enid would somehow force her to say white. If she said "period" for the sake of argument, Enid would force her to hesitate with a "but". It was appalling how enchanted her soul was by the wolf girl. It was like reliving the moment of the first embrace. It was like embracing death every night. It was like imagining stabbing Tyler nonstop (oh, when she finally finds his location). It was a forbidden pleasure, Adam and Eve style.
She pressed the keys of her typewriter with little tolerance. She was describing how she felt, metaphorically assassinating a character that Viper still resented (smells like Joseph Crackstone's ashes).
Confusion. Flight. Negativity.
She was eager to strangle Enid for being mysterious, Wednesday was only allowed to generate mystery and intrigue!
The Nevermore pack called her in the morning to discuss about Enid. The leader commented with concern that she was sneaking off into the woods and howling incessantly at the sky. One added that it was odd behavior for a werewolf who has found his mate. And with the furry ones, they came to the conclusion that in addition to clearly being emotionally wounded, she reached an unwelcome state of depression.
Depression. If they had posed a situation to her with the term, Wednesday would have said "stop being sad" and walked away. The current Wednesday was consumed in this apparent preoccupation, asking the wise Thing for advice.
─ No, definitely a kiss wouldn't help her ─ Thing did another tap, tap, tap ─ No, she doesn't want company ─ tap, tap, tap ─ Thing, concentrate ─ he chided. Both of them were stressed out, they flopped down on the bed dramatically.
What could those assholes have done to the glistening, sublime Enid?
This enigma was becoming a headache and a heartache. Seeing her wounded loved one left an open wound.
If she went on for another week treated with the law of ice, she would kill with the exact amount of her discomfort. Oh, woe to his one hundred and twenty victims.
Confusion. Flight. Negativity.
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Impatience. Disconsolate. Response.
─ Stop looking at me ─ Enid addressed the other week. Wednesday was sitting on her bed, examining her up and down with her eyes throwing blades ─ you make it hard to ignore you ─ she admitted in a whisper.
─ If that's what you want, get it ─ she said without averting her eyes ─ answer my question and I'll leave you alone.
The blonde let out a disappointed sigh. The redhead took it as a sound of defiance.
And she loved a challenge. There was nothing sweeter than showing the world not to mess with her.
─ I'd better get going ─ she mumbled to herself, and she just went, as she normally did. It was a routine of sorts, of which a newly arrived Wednesday would be grateful. Current Wednesday though...
But Thing got in the way. He began to scold her as fast as his fingers would take him.
Wednesday enjoyed the short show. Watching Enid blush, bite her inner cheek and pull out her sharp claws as a warning was a sight to see.
─ Thing, leave her ─ as soon as she heard the blonde's whine, she stepped in without thinking. The appendage turned away offended from his position before reluctantly giving in.
─ And you ─ a deadpan look for Enid ─ will you stay and answer me. No escape, I can quietly lock us in here. Your choice.
The wolf girl grumbled in Greek for a few seconds, not even making any gesture of wanting to leave. She stayed near the entrance, circling like a dog chasing its tail.
Then she stopped.
─ All right ─ he growled his words loudly. ─ When we wolf out for the second time, we introduced ourselves with a second gender: Alpha, Omega, Beta, Delta, and Gamma. Naturally, when I wolf out for the second time, I introduced myself as Alpha, which is the top and dominant rank in our hierarchies. ─ sighed ─ My mom got overly excited and let's just say she wanted to engage me to George, one of the most prestigious and desired Omegas in the pack. I turned him down and, well... ─ she paused, scratching the back of her neck as a nervous tic. Wednesday knew them all. She had an internal list with every minute detail about her.
She wanted to go and teach that rat-minded woman a good lesson so that she would stop being so committed where she was not called.
Impatience. Heartbroken. Response.
Thing climbed up her back and down to the sleeve of her pink cardigan, lifted it high enough to expose a purple bruise.
─ Oh ─ she controlled her breathing ─ if she dared to touch you, I guess she wouldn't mind getting a painful warning. Give me your address, Enid.
The girl laughed bitterly. She was swallowing her tears and it was no use being able to perceive the redhead's slight concern in the air.
─ I'll take care of letting her know ─ she promised going to meet her ─ for now, would you like to, uhm, hug me? It's not necessary, but I...
She was interrupted as she watched the cold and heartless Wednesday Addams open her arms to her. It was as if she was willing to be there for her without judgment, just to shower her with compression and her unique form of affection.
Enid didn't need that stupid herd anymore. She had Wednesday, her moon, her reason to feel euphoria mixed with dysphoria.
If this was a poison, she wouldn't hesitate to take it in one gulp and ask for more. This was the feeling she was looking for.
Home. Comfort. Warmth
She threw herself at her. Shee clung to her. She fell in love with her.
Oh moon, give strength to this disoriented she-wolf. Let her live or die for this reincarnation of Belial.
Home. Comfort. Warmth. Mine.
She buried her nose in Wednesday's neck and inhaled that smell of books and writing ink, intoxicating her senses and causing, in her head, only the two of them (and Thing, who was clapping excitedly with a banner that read "Long Live Girlfriends") to exist in a universe of their own.
─ Wednesday ─ purred ─ my mate.
Home. Comfort. Warmth. Mate. Mine.