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"So, you know I like you, right?" Enid blurted out when the feeling in her heart felt too intense one evening in the dorms, hoping it would be reciprocated.
It was months after anything, a long patch of nothing.
The lone hug Wednesday had given her that one time was something Enid held on deep. She dreamed of something more, edging her way into conversation multiple times with the goth. All leading into small snippets and empty threats about cutting her if she got close again.
"I know... you've told me time and time again." Wednesday muttered back, slicing her reality.
Enid withheld a whimper. There was a time when Wednesday wasn't so cold. Enid clung to a memory, long forgotten by the other. Her eyes were bright blue and shimmering, dreaming of a love who was playing hard to get.
"Can you not look at me like that? I might just stab you if you persist." She chided. Enid rolled her eyes.
Naturally Enid didn't believe that Wednesday was violent.
How could she be? She was petite and Enid felt like she had the upper hand. Her giggling brushed off the warnings from the other easily, ignoring all her attempts to nip it in the bud. Even the turned shoulder was not a deterrent to her.
Enid didn't know when to quit. Especially when heard no. Wednesday had told her countless times she wasn't into girls or guys, or anything in-between. In fact, she was asexual, choosing no one at that particular moment. She one day wanted companionship but didn't outright desire it to make her whole.
Enid was different. She did better with a love by her side.
There was no boundary that could cage Enid's feelings. Wednesday was simply a challenge. Her disgust a pursuit for Enid's heart.
"You can still have feelings, It's not like I'm asking for much..." Enid reasoned and disregarded what Wednesday had just told her, for the third time, just wanting her unrequited crush to be heard and met.
Sadly, Enid still didn't get the memo when Wednesday turned to her from the floor on a beanbag, contorting her features into disgust. Her scowl was huge. It was a hard no.
"Yes, I am human, I can have feelings, however not with you. Not like that. So please, respect me as I respect you." Wednesday muttered, twisted her legs to stand up. She couldn't be in the same room with her. Enid felt disheartened.
"Okay, run off then... Makes you look weak." Enid spat out, hearing the door slam loudly in her ears. Wednesday hated her, it didn't take a genius to know. But she was so weird. Enid didn't understand it.
Who didn't hold love in their heart?
Clearly Wednesday Addams. Her personality matched her looks. Cold and withdrawn.
Far away from everything.
A huge difference to how Enid presented herself.
They were opposites, they should have been attracted to each other. But the goth hated being in the room with her from that point onward. Probably because of how insistent and needy Enid had been.
No was not in her vocabulary. Enid was turning creepy with each passing day.
Last time, when they argued and were ready to rip each other's hair out, they had swapped rooms. The distance away had worked in their favour. Though this spat was akin to something more. Feelings would only grow with distance. Enid's heart yearned to hear her voice sing back.
Moving rooms would not solve this particular issue. Enid had no reason to leave for her crush was right there across the room. She loved watching her sleep sometimes and Wednesday, well she was almost non-confrontational.
The goth held her head up high, sure, her braids perfectly lined on either side of her neck when she stood proud, but she hardly went out of her way to wage war. She kept to the shadows, loving the darkness more than another human being.
God, was she strange. Enid sometimes detested her behaviour. She acted more than goth at times. Other students moved out of her way when she was around.
Rumours had always been fluttering in the halls. Wednesday wasn't a stranger to false gossip. But something about this latest round of rumours was true. Wednesday had not denied it. She stayed in her lane.
Enid had pieced together some of her past. After her rash confessions, the other was past the point of sharing anything, not wanting to fuel her obsessive love. Though her previous enrolment ended in expulsion. Something about a fire? Something about no tolerance to bullying? Even retaliation?
Her empty threats were more than warnings. Some part of Enid should have had the sense to drop her crush and beg for Wednesday's forgiveness before the goth slashed and killed her in her sleep. An unlikely end, bloody and gruesome, though Enid was too stubborn to even back off.
Crushing made her existence meaningful. Enid's heart was beating loudly in her chest, pumping blood in her arms and legs.
She was alive.
Love made her alive... Unlike a certain someone.
Enid was dismissing what it meant to be asexual, spitting disrespect every time she ogled Wednesday and tried to force her to do more.
A bump of their shoulders...
Sitting next to each other...
Hell, even a smile behind the black lipstick would do.
But Wednesday didn't entertain her.
Enid was starved of love, her heart melting in her chest at the heat coursing through her veins. She hated being rejected.
No one rejected the happy-go-lucky Enid Sinclair. She was too cute to be rejected, especially by another girl.
There was something she had to do, but one of them wasn't going to like it. Enid hid her plan well behind her wolf-like teeth, luring Wednesday back with the fake promise of apologies. She even planned to kneel and bend low, hanging her head in shame.
They both sat on the floor to the door, Enid facing the window, three feet from each other. Enid tried to keep her feelings in check, her heart wanting to blurt out how good Wednesday looked in her black dress that covered both her slender arms.
"So," Wednesday rolled her wrist in the air like a old camera's film, wanting Enid to get it over with already, "you need to speak and say sorry. I doubt the singular word of wrongness would be that hard for you, Sinclair."
Enid endured the tongue lashing and the mention of her last name. She wasn't going to bark back and start another fight. Lord knew she was in deep shit already from confessing three separate times to an unresponsive girl.
Fortunately for her, Enid didn't plan on fully apologising. Nor did she plan on confessing five times. Today was the last time and she had an ace up her sleeve. She had a coin in her scrunched up hands, attached to some thin metal chain. She would have gone for a stop watch but couldn't find one in such short time.
The chain had been gained from Yoko, gold, nor silver. Her friend had no idea she was planning to convert Wednesday into liking her. If she had known, the vampire would have hit her so hard that it would have dislodged the notion of taking Wednesday against her will. Yoko didn't mess around.
But through the years, Enid knew how to hide her secrets. She didn't need to wear black to be an enigma.
"Alright, alright. I actually am sorry, okay? Sorry that I was a piece of shit. I didn't do it the right way." She spouted. Wednesday wasn't convinced, furrowing her brows with her thin slanted lips.
"What does the right way entail? Are you toying with me? Remember Sinclair, I have a knife on my person if you keep bleating that stupid tongue."
Enid rolled her eyes. She loved how feisty Wednesday could get. "I meant that I needed to get you a gift to gain your friendship." She enunciated the last word, half revealing her intentions. It was said more pleasantly than the rest.
The tension in Wednesday's shoulder's heightened but mellowed after she thought upon it. "If it's cake, then I will have to decline." Wednesday loved her sweets but there was only a select few she ate.
"No, it's something physical. See?" Enid pulled out the coin on the chain. It looked barely strung together, rather amateurly, home-made.
Wednesday tried to guess what it was. Enid began to shift it in her hand and swung it slowly side to side. She had read up on hypnosis a night ago on her phone underneath her thick duvet, hoping she could get Wednesday to become submissive on her first try.
There was only one try.
One chance.
The coin glinted in the sunlight's glow, shining a piece into Wednesday's eye. Her eyelids sunk a little. Enid lowered her voice, almost speaking in tongues. Her sharp teeth were showing but there was no comment.
"You're watching the coin. Look at it swirl side by side. Are you watching?" She chanted slowly, pausing after every word. Her breath was steady and all her motion was fixed into her twirling wrist. She sauntered it left and then right, like a grandfather clock's pendulum.
Wednesday watched it, focused solely onto it, her black eyes diving all the way right and then left, like watching an intense tennis match.
So far, so good.
"I'm watching..." Wednesday cooed out. Her usual snippiness dulled with the moving coin. Enid continued forth.
"Good, keep watching and breathe in deep." Wednesday sucked in a huge breath through her nose, nostrils flaring wide, tilting upwards. "Now repeat after me: There's a woman I love... Her name is Enid Sinclair... I used to hate her but now I like her... perhaps it could be love..."
Wednesday repeated after her, saying it all perfectly. Enid slowed the timing of the coin. "I like holding her hand. She's good to me... Kind and perfect... Students are jealous of us. I don't listen to them..."
Again she repeated it wholly, believing it. The hypnosis was working. Enid couldn't believe her eyes.
The coin slowed into nothing and Wednesday closed her eyes once it died against the chain. Her thoughts were being programmed into what Enid wanted. She finally had control over the snippy and steel tongued Wednesday.
"You sleep a thousand nights, knowing only Enid is there for you. You can only wake up if she tells you she's ready to graduate. Repeat."
Wednesday held her eyes closed and repeated it word for word. Enid wanted to go further but two years was enough to see if Wednesday was truly for her. Besides, she just wanted to hold her hand, feel the smooth warmth caress her deeply.
"You may now open them. How do you feel? Who do you love?" Enid asked, hiding the coin away. She would keep it for the day and then return the gold chain later to Yoko, once she was sure that Wednesday was under her hypnotic spell.
Wednesday gazed to the colour-stained window, turning around. Her cheeks were turning pink in blush. That was something new. "I feel finally awake, like something that had been missing from me, finally found. I love someone deeply. I know her name without thinking."
"And who is she?" Enid held her breath. She was scared. She exhaled when the correct answer came flushing out of Wednesday's lips.
"You, silly. You're Enid right?" Wednesday asked.
Enid nodded. She smiled wide, wider than any other time she had ever smile. It hurt to smile. Her cheeks were struggling to keep the smile alive.
Wednesday shuffled forward, closing the three feet apart. She held out her hand, careful not to touch her. There was a slight tension Enid wasn't expecting and she almost moaned when her hand brushed against her, curling fingers around Enid's.
Looking down, Enid couldn't believe she was touching her. Her old spats and disgusts were gone under the hypnosis. Wednesday was so docile that it was perfect for her. She always wanted a girlfriend who loved her wholly.
"So, we're in love right? What does that make us?" Enid questioned, testing Wednesday.
"Girlfriends, naturally? Unless I missed a memo somewhere?" That was certainly an answer that would be derived from Wednesday's lips. A small bit of her snippy nature was present but Enid never wanted to close off her personality. Just shut her asexual disposition.
And it worked. Enid was over the moon.
"Should we kiss?"
Enid pursed her lips invitingly to Wednesday's question. "If you need to ask, then we shall." She purred out, her heart aflutter and alive.
She was on cloud nine when their lips touched and lipstick smudged. Some of Enid's lip gloss mingled with the matte black but neither minded. The kiss lasted longer than Enid expected, hands still entwined.
Pulling back for a breather, Enid resumed her smile. She was enamoured with the goth, finally happy she was hers. All hers!
Likewise, Wednesday couldn't complain. She was smitten with the other, thoughts overwritten with Enid's reckless abandon. The coin had done wonders, the blonde's obsession with her winning over everything.
Every moment onwards when Wednesday opened her black eyes, she would see Enid, her mind attuned to the few sentences that she had instilled into her. Holding hands was a must between them, as was nuzzling her head into Enid's shoulder for closeness.
On the exterior, everyone could see that Wednesday was in love with her through and through, but if they took a little longer to stare and break the illusion, they would have noticed that it was false.
Something was gravely wrong. No one bothered to question it.
Only Enid knew the truth, though not to the extent the real Wednesday did. The comatose body of hers was a shell of nothing, whispering exactly what Enid wanted to hear.
None of it was true if she had free will.
Deep within her heart, where the true Wednesday resided, she felt every ill feeling thrive through her body. She hated it, hated being tricked and most of all hated how Enid couldn't let the notion go.
Though sadly, she couldn't do anything. She was trapped within herself, forced to be on the inside, viewing her life through a window. Enid enjoyed her time with her body, keeping things light.
She did a few times attempt to do more than cuddle but ultimately wanted the act of closeness.
Wednesday gagged, crying to herself. She wasn't a doll. She shouldn't have been forced to do any of it. There was no escape.
The key to unlocking her soul was held by Enid. And she would not say the magic words, forcing Wednesday to be hers till the end of time.