Visiting Her Grave
The cemetery was still, the kind of silence that settled deep into the bones. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the distant scent of damp earth, but the air between them remained unbearably still.
Enid knelt in front of the grave, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the letters etched into the stone. Behind her, Yoko, Ajax, and Bianca stood awkwardly, shifting their weight, watching her like she might shatter at any second.
She wasn’t crying.
She hadn’t cried once.
Instead, she smiled.
“I’m really glad her parents picked this place,” she mused, tilting her head slightly. "It’s nice, don’t you think? Peaceful. There’s even this perfectly placed tree for shade. It’ll be a great spot to hang out when she gets back."
Bianca’s stomach twisted.
Ajax’s hands curled into fists.
Yoko clenched her jaw, fighting back the rising lump in her throat.
Enid took a deep breath, completely at ease, her fingers still running over the letters on the stone. "Do you guys remember the funeral? It was beautiful," she continued, her voice light, almost fond. "The flowers, the speeches, the music. She would’ve loved it. It’s just…" She exhaled, shaking her head. "Such a shame she missed it."
The three of them froze.
"Enid," Yoko started, her voice barely above a whisper. "She didn’t miss it. She was—"
"Dead," Ajax cut in, his frustration finally boiling over. "Enid, Wednesday is dead. She didn’t miss her funeral—she was the funeral."
Enid turned to face him, utterly unbothered. If anything, she looked amused.
"You guys are so dramatic," she said, shaking her head. "She’s not gone."
Ajax’s breath hitched. "Enid—"
"She promised me," Enid interrupted, as if that was the only explanation that mattered. "She even pinky swore."
Yoko took a cautious step forward. "Enid…"
"You weren’t there," she said suddenly, turning toward them with a firm shake of her head. "You don’t get it. She isn’t gone."
Bianca’s heart clenched. "Enid , please—"
Ajax moved forward, gripping her shoulders, his voice rough. "You’re right. We weren’t there. We don’t know what you went through. But Enid— she’s not coming back. You have to accept that."
Enid just stared at him.
Then, slowly, she shook her head, eyes filled with unwavering certainty. "She will. I know it."
Ajax’s grip tightened, his frustration dangerously close to breaking. "Enid—"
A deep, guttural rumble cut him off.
The ground beneath Wednesday’s grave trembled.
The three of them stumbled back in alarm as cracks split through the dirt, the air filling with the sound of shifting earth.
"What the hell—" Ajax’s voice was barely audible over the sound of the ground splitting open.
Yoko’s hand shot out, gripping his arm. "Oh my god."
Bianca’s eyes widened in horror as the grave moved.
Before anyone could react, the earth erupted.
A burst of dirt and shattered stone sent them reeling, shielding their faces from the debris. When the dust settled, the silence that followed was deafening.
Then—
A hand.
A bloodstained hoodie.
A sharp, unamused voice slicing through the tension like this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And you buried me in this? Really?"
Enid’s face lit up.
Because Wednesday was standing there, brushing dirt off her shoulders, looking mildly inconvenienced at a piece of fabric around her neck.
Enid turned back to the others, beaming.
"Told you."