It's not you…
Enid Sinclair doubted many things, but one thing she was absolutely certain: Wednesday Addams was avoiding her.
Roommates though they were, the two had not spoken to each other since that famous night, and certainly not by Enid's will. She had always respected Wednesday's spaces, her silences and her low tolerance for mankind, but according to Sinclair, the strange game Wednesday had decided to subject both of them didn't make the slightest sense.
In their own way they had always talked to each other, now Addams had raised a wall between them without a real reason to justify this attitude.
Enid's tolerance had come to an end as well as her patience, she had decided that she would talk to her too if she had to face it.
Like every Wednesday morning between two o'clock it was the one she liked to wake up first to be able to get ready in all calm and silence, but that day Enid, to Addams's great surprise, was up at dawn.
A nuisance for Wednesday, a chance to clarify for Enid.
“Strange that you woke up so early. You love to sleep until five to eight” Addams' unusual way of saying good morning didn't affect Enid at all, who got out of bed and mentally went over what she was going to say to her roommate.
“Good morning to you too, Wednesday,” Enid's voice was low and still thick from sleep. As expected, she received no response from Addams engaged in arranging the covers on her bed, more silent than ever.
"I'm going to the bathroom first" Wednesday bothered to communicate and without ever looking at the blonde across the room she started walking towards the bathroom, but Enid moved recklessly towards her thus leading Addams to stop her step, but not to meet her gaze.
“Are you mad at me about something, Wednesday?”
Enid didn't wait for unnecessary pleasantries since she was quite saturated with Wednesday's absurd behavior, more absurd than usual.
Silence weighed between the two but Enid was certain that Wednesday she had understood not only her question but also her annoyance clearly evident from the tone of voice in which she had addressed her.
"Then?" Enid pressed her, Wednesday only then did she allow herself to quickly raise her gaze to meet Sinclair's clear eyes.
“No.” Wednesday's eyes darted away from Enid's again and the answer the eldest Addams had given her roommate wasn't at all satisfying.
Wednesday she moved forward towards the bathroom but Enid, once again, barred her way forward.
Addams rolled her eyes snorting more nervous than ever.
Enid was decidedly stubborn.
"No? So why are you avoiding me in every conceivable way?”
On Wednesday she listened with complete impassiveness so as to give the impression that she had listened but she had not understood the meaning of Enid's words.
"It's your impression. Let me pass otherwise I'll be late for class” pragmatic and cold Wednesday stepped forward coming within inches of Enid, raised her head facing her more annoyed than ever.
Wednesday Addams hated being too close to people and her palpable nervousness was well expressed by the rigidity - similar to rigor mortis - of her body.
“Let me through, Enid.”
“I would like to understand what goes through your head. I feel like I don't know you at all…” Enid faltered for a brief moment and Wednesday hit her where her roommate was most exposed.
“In fact, you don't know me, Enid.”
The blonde Sinclair felt her heart stop for a long moment.
Wednesday Addams had thrust his black eyes into hers and no emotion could be read within her.
Enid's lips were tight, she wanted to answer her kindly, not let her get her way so easily, but her mind refused to form a thought in response to that scornful statement of hers.
Did Enid really not know her?
She probably didn't know her as well as Thing or any other member of her family did, but they had shared a long time together and experiences that according to Enid should have bonded them even more.
Since that night when Enid had saved her and Nevermore had escaped a serious danger, Wednesday was different.
With a lateral stride Addams went around the motionless Sinclair leaving her to thoughts of her to reach the bathroom.
“It's not you…” Enid whispered through clenched teeth, deeply hurt.
The comparison had not led to a relaxation of the climate, but only to further thoughts.
"It's not you at all."