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Wednesday Addams was many things- a lair, a cheat, a thief, a know-it-all- but Enid Sinclair had not one of these things directed at her in a long time. The obnoxious girl had become the sun to Wednesday's void and no one had quite understood what happened between the two to make them inseparable. They did not like the same music, or the same boys. In fact- Wednesday didn't care for boys much at all. The girls seemed to hover each other like a solar system. No one could get much of a conversion out of Wednesday, unless she so wished it. But, Enid had never stopped. Enid had been on the balcony when Wednesday made it back to the room that night. Something about the way she was sitting alerted Wednesday, as if she had suddenly become the prey in a game she was unaware she was playing. Wednesday carefully set her things down at the door and stepped out to the balcony. It had been a hard year for the both of them and Wednesday had come back to a furious Enid more than once. She never wanted to talk to her more than those moments.
"Enid, what are you doing out here?" Wednesday turned to the ray of light.
Her breathe caught in her throat as a feeling she had never felt before crept in- guilt. Enid was sitting with her knees to her chest, eyes filled with tears as she gripped Wednesday's latest manuscript.
"You killed him!" She sniffled, wiping her eyes. Suddenly, Enid slammed the stack of papers against the ground and stood to face Wednesday, "Why did you kill the one character I liked! Sometimes I feel like all you do is wish me misery! Your gone all the time. You hardly talk to me anymore. Are we even friends anymore?"
Wednesday, never at a lack for words, was. The werewolf's eyes were alight with anger, the moon illuminating the scars left on her by the Hyde. How could she tell her something she could barely place herself? How could she find the words to express what Enid meant to her, when she wasn't used to anyone meaning much. Her emotional turmoil rose as Enid's patience for her lessened.
"Enid, I-" Wednesday stopped herself and turned to the full moon above them, "I do not follow any laws made by man or beast. I do not believe prophesy cannot be broken. I have never done anything for anyone except myself." She turned back to Enid, unable to express what had always been there, "Our friendship has never been in question. Do you understand that I wish you no harm? That I do not twist the knife in your back with the pleasure I do for others?"
Enid let out a huff of air, stepping closer to the void in front of her, "Then why?" she growled. "Why do you make me miserable?"
Wednesday took a step back, cornering herself against the balcony, "Because," she paused, "I have scarred you in a way that I normally would take pleasure in. However, I share the pain I cause you. You have avoided all known reactions from me and instead created a grave that I tend to." Wednesday caressed Enid's cheek with the back of her hand. The blond's eyes widened, suddenly all anger dissipated into the night. "You are my grave, Cara mia. I wish to keep you beautiful."
Enid let Wednesday's hand drop from her, frozen in place. Wednesday had put her life in danger several times, she killed for her, and she would let herself be killed for her. There was never any question, when she looked back on it. From that first day, there was something about her that kept her in place. Something about the chatty dog that never tired her. Even when she felt tired of all humans, Enid was exempt from the category. Wednesday was not one to fall in love, but what had started off as loyalty had grown exponentially. She had looked so monstrous, so beautiful when she had fought the Hyde. It had hit Wednesday like an executioner's axe. It had always been her, hadn't it? Goody had told her she was meant to be alone, and Capri had told Enid the same. However, Wednesday had always been the one to break the rules. She would have killed Goody herself had Enid asked her to.
Enid finally took a step back, moving her eyes to the moon. Her body was unusually still in a way that kept Wednesday's nervousness alive.
"Do you ever talk to the moon, Willa? Do you tell her secrets?" The werewolf was not smiling, a line between her brows as if she was thinking very hard.
"No. I cannot say I have," Wednesday's attention was trained on the girl across from her. She had never failed to be loyal, never failed to be herself. Wednesday knew it was the beginning of a murder when her hate of these attributes turned to affection.
"Well, I do. Sometimes, I tell her about you," Enid turned to Wednesday and let a small smile cross her face. "Sometimes, I tell her how you have a way of saying things without saying them." Wednesday's breath caught her in throat. Was Enid speaking in code? She never alluded to anything. Wednesday had learned early on that Enid plainly spoke what was on her mind, even if she did not care to hear it. However, things had been changing so much lately that she could hardly keep up. Enid turned away from Wednesday.
"Maybe he should stay dead," She gently picked up the manuscript off the ground, and handed it to the pensive girl across from her, hands hovering at the handoff, "Some people want to lie in their grave, you know."
Enid quickly turned away, offering a quick goodnight. She did not turn around, careful to prevent Wednesday from getting a good look at her face. Wednesday stared at the manuscript in her hands as she quickly replayed everything in her mind- Enid's warmth on her hand, the shock in her eyes. What was she telling the moon about her? Enid had understood, hadn't she? If she had, what would become of them? Then she did something she didn't expect- a common occurrence when it came to the girl currently buried in bed. She looked at the moon and made a confession.
"I," she choked on the words, "I am infallibly and engrossingly in love with Enid Sinclair. And," the clouds moved in front of the moon, "I would follow her into life, if that is what she wanted."