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“You’ll never believe what happened today,” Enid Sinclair bursts through the doorway and starts haphazardly dropping her stuff on the floor.
Wednesday doesn’t look up from her investigation notes.
“First Jasper forgot to rent the projector for the pack movie night on Friday and I had to scramble and get this old film strip projector from the attic of Caliban Hall. Which was totes creepy by the way, it had this giant demon gargoyle, you’d love it. Then Capri asked me to add an extra part to my dance routine for the donors banquet because apparently they have a gap in the program since Eugene got sick and can’t do his bee presentation. Then Ajax accidentally stoned my lab partner so I had to do the whole assignment myself and almost burned down the lab which I’m sure you would’ve appreciated but turns out Mr. Warren would not. Then on top of all that, Agnes popped up out of nowhere and I spilled my Venti Furraccino! Luckily I spilled it all over her, the psycho deserved it. But still, I needed that sugar.”
Enid pauses and looks at the other girl in the room, realizing she’s been rambling the entire time without acknowledgement. “You’re not even listening, are you?”
Wednesday still doesn’t look up from her notes. “Film strip projectors are the ideal mechanisms for displaying motion pictures. I’ve been to the attic in Caliban Hall, who do you think put that gargoyle there? Your dance routine will be far superior to whatever presentation Eugene was going to come up with, the donors should consider themselves lucky. It’s a shame you didn’t burn down the lab, though I suppose there is still time. And I witnessed you spill your ridiculous excuse of a drink on Agnes in the quad before you rushed off to your next extracurricular you have overcommitted to. That is why I got you another one.”
The goth produces the drink that had been sitting behind her typewriter.
“Oh my gosh, Wends! Thank you!” Enid squeals as throws her arms around the seer. Wednesday doesn’t bother to push her off, in fact, she might have leaned just a bit closer. “Who knew Wednesday Addams could be so thoughtful?”
“Not a word,” Wednesday mumbles, fighting a blush on her cheeks.
The werewolf chuckles and kisses the seer’s cheek lightly. “Of course not. I can’t have people knowing my girlfriend is secretly a big softie at heart.”
A knife is held up in a flash, “Take that back Sinclair!”
Enid just grins, “You know, you’d be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t holding my favorite colorful drink in your other hand that you went especially out of your way to bring me.”
“I could kill you with this blade in 13 different ways before you could even blink.” Wednesday grumbles as she lowers the knife and shoves the drink in the blonde’s hands.
The wolf sets the drink down and gives her girlfriend a sly look, “And yet the only thing intimidating about you right now is how adorable you are.”
Wednesday opens her mouth to retort, but her protest is swallowed up by Enid’s lips on hers. The wolf pulls the raven closer by her sweater and smirks in satisfaction at catching the unflappable girl off guard. Wednesday, for all her annoyance at the teasing, immediately traces Enid’s jaw with her hand and returns the kiss with a comfortability and urgency she wouldn’t have thought possible a year ago. Fighting for dominance in a battle she knows she’ll lose.
When they finally pull back they’re both dazed and breathless, as if the kiss had been their first. Enid smiles softly and nuzzles the girl in front of her, which somehow the stoic goth allows. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Wednesday says absently, tracing her thumb over one of Enid’s scars.
“Still good for tomorrow?” Enid tries to say it casually, but a hint of insecurity seeps out.
“Of course,” Wednesday’s response is quick and resolute. She had long learned not to let Enid’s insecurities fester.
The wolf lets out a breath, “Good. I’m excited. I can’t believe we’ve been dating almost a year!”
Wednesday tilts her head, “It is a…surprising turn of events to be sure.”
Enid snorts, “What, you didn’t think we’d make it a year?”
“What I meant is that considering where we began, I did not anticipate us ending up here.”
Enid nods in understanding, “Yeah, we fought so much freshman year. And now look at us three years later.”
“We still fight.”
“But now we kiss and make up in every sense of the phrase.” Enid winks.
Wednesday rolls her eyes, “A juvenile saying.”
“I don’t know…” Enid smirks and plays with the hem of the goth’s sweater. “I haven’t heard you complaining about the execution of it.”
The raven gives the wolf her best unimpressed glare, despite fighting the heat on her cheeks. She steps away from the magnetic blonde, if only to be able to clear her head. “It’s my cello practice time. Stop distracting me.”
The werewolf laughs heartily, “Oh, am I still an annoying distraction?”
The seer picks up her cello and fixes her roommate-turned-girlfriend with a hard stare. “Still a distraction, yes.”
Enid grins in victory at the confession. Her eyes follow the raven as she moves stiffly around the room. “Can you play the song for my dance routine? I need to practice.”
“Hmm I suppose,” Wednesday nods at Thing to get the music. It’s too cold out on the balcony tonight, so she sets up her cello in front of the window. She begins turning the instrument while Enid changes into her dance outfit.
Once both roommates are ready, Wednesday begins the piece. It’s more modern than she would’ve liked, a classical arrangement of Unwritten. The latest principal had chosen the music, though she supposes the piece suited the werewolf well. She’s glad the song is so simple though, because not two seconds in she finds herself getting lost in the vision before her, mesmerized by Enid’s graceful movements. The wolf’s eyes are closed, caught up in the routine, so Wednesday allows herself the indulgence of openly staring, her fingers automatically playing the notes she had memorized weeks ago.
Despite being a writer with extensive vocabulary, Wednesday never considered herself any sort of a poet. Yet she finds herself subconsciously writing lines about the scene playing out in front of her. How fluid and effortless the wolf’s movements are. How perfect the form is. How stunning Enid looks in the moonlight that filters through their window.
The realization hits her all at once like an unforeseen tidal wave. Sweeping, all consuming, terrifying. She was in love with Enid. That was a fact she had known for a while now, perhaps even long before they finally started courting. That wasn’t what was so jarring though. No, the thing that takes the usually unshakeable Wednesday Addams by surprise right then isn’t that she’s in love with Enid Sinclair. It’s that she realizes she always will be. Forever.
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“Morning Wends.”
Wednesday’s eyes snap open and she sits up like a cadaver awakening, arms crossed. Her eyes narrow slightly at the form that is crouched by her bed. “Enid? It’s quite early for you to be awake.”
Enid smiles softly and nods toward the bed, asking permission. The goth moves over and the wolf climbs in. Wednesday is still shocked at how much heat radiates from the werewolf, despite the chilled temperature of their room. She unconsciously leans toward the warmth.
The blonde grins and wraps an arm around her girlfriend. “I know. I just wanted to spend a little time with you this morning before I have to go. Capri asked me to come in early. Something about trouble with the pack.”
“I can show the pack actual trouble,” Wednesday mutters in vague annoyance. She had long accepted the blonde’s involvement in a ridiculous amount of social clubs, but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. Everyone wanted a piece of the werewolf’s time. She wishes she could say she didn’t understand it, but she did. She wanted Enid’s time most of all.
The blonde laughs and kisses the seer’s cheek. “I know you could. This just sounds like pack relationship drama honestly.”
“How terribly awful.”
“You like terribly awful.”
“Not that kind.”
Enid just smiles and shakes her head. They sit there huddled together on the bed for a few long moments. The wolf runs her hand through rare unbraided hair while the goth runs her thumb over painted fingertips.
“Wednesday?”
Brown eyes meet blue.
“Happy anniversary.”
The seer doesn’t say anything, but her eyes soften in that way that has only ever been reserved for Enid Sinclair. She leans forward and presses her lips to the blonde in a firm kiss, hoping to convey what she can’t say in words. The werewolf hums in appreciation, accepting the non-verbal communication readily.
They stay like that a while longer, kissing and cuddling in ways Wednesday would deny to her grave and beyond. Yet all too soon their responsibilities of the day call to them.
They move around the room with practiced ease as they get ready. Wednesday, so much a creature of habit, never thought she’d build a routine around another human, yet here they were. When they’re both ready for the day, Enid laces their fingers together and tugs Wednesday out the door.
“I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?” Enid asks as they reach the point in the hall where they have to split off.
Wednesday nods.
Enid gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off to find Ms. Capri.
Wednesday ignores the smirk Bianca gives her as she walks into the fencing classroom.
During her afternoon free period, Wednesday treks back up to their room to make sure everything is in order for the evening. She had booked a reservation at the best Italian restaurant in Jericho and ordered the best limousine service for the ride. She opens her desk drawer and pulls out an object hidden under piles of murder photos. She carefully opens the box and holds up the golden chain for examination. It’s a necklace with an enchanted mooncharm on it that changes shape to match the type of moon in the sky. Wednesday hoped it would help the wolf remember an upcoming full moon easier, though she admits, she also just thought Enid would look good in it. Granted, Enid looked good in everything.
She places the necklace back in the box and stares at it. Her realization from the previous night comes back to her in full force. Her hand, usually steadfast, begins to shake slightly. She’s sure she’s not the first 18 year-old to think they were always going to be in love with the person they were currently courting. But this wasn’t young love that is so often fleeting. She knows, deep in her bones, Enid is it. That one day, years from now, she would be standing holding a very different piece of jewelry to give to the werewolf.
For someone as independent as Wednesday Addams, it’s absolutely terrifying. Frankly, it makes her want to bolt. Yet that seems a fruitless endeavor, because she’s sure she would only end up right back here. Because the idea of spending a lifetime without Enid Sinclair was far more terrifying than spending one with her. She takes a deep breath and tucks the necklace into her pocket for later. She could do this.
Seconds later the door bursts open and a frantic looking Enid barrels into the room. “I forgot my history notes!”
Wednesday frowns as her girlfriend rushes around the room. She calmly walks over to the blonde’s desk and opens the drawer. “These notes?”
Enid’s eyes grow wide as she grabs them. “Yes! Thanks Wends! You’re a literal life saver.”
“I believe that applies more to you,” Wednesday mumbles.
The blonde doesn’t seem to hear her in her distracted frantic state. “I have to go. I’m late for class.”
“Yes. I’m aware.”
Enid huffs slightly and starts toward the door, “Yoko is going to kill me. We’re supposed to be working on a project. I’ll see you later-”
Wednesday catches the blonde’s wrist and pulls her back, the change in momentum causing them to collide. She tilts her head up and places a quick kiss on the wolf’s lips. “Breathe, mi lobo.”
The franticness in the blonde’s eyes diminishes instantly as she looks back at the goth. “R-Right, y-yeah.” She stutters, still struck by Wednesday’s ability to be so soft and caring. She looks back into deep brown eyes and raises her hand to stoke the goth’s cheek. The words that she’s kept at bay for so long in fear Wednesday would run for the hills come bubbling to the surface before she can stop them. “Wednesday. I lo-”
The seer’s head snaps back.
Wednesday whips her eyes around, trying to take in her new surroundings. She’s in a house, though she doesn’t recognize it. The room she’s in is decorated with the most absurdly bright colors and contains…children’s toys. Lots of them. She frowns as she inches away from a Lego, wondering why children would ever choose to play with them over a good old fashioned knife collection.
Her attention is ripped away from the ridiculous toys though when a figure comes sweeping into the room. For the first time in her life, Wednesday’s jaw drops.
Enid Sinclair, perhaps around thirty, is absolutely breathtaking. Her hair is longer and more golden, cascading down her shoulders. Her posture is more confident. As if she finally knows her worth and has cut her mother out of her life for good. Her dark jeans and casual pink sweater combo still suits her well after all these years. Yet it’s the blue eyes that Wednesday is most drawn to. They’re older. Wiser. But most of all, happy. Enid Sinclair was incredibly happy. And incredibly beautiful. Stealing the breath from Wednesday’s lungs better than any of Pugsley’s feeble assassination attempts ever had.
The older wolf bends down to start collecting the toys. “Kyle! Come help me clean up!”
A little boy, no older than four, comes running in. Wednesday can’t help but observe his appearance. Black hair and dark eyes, but with a grin that showed tiny werewolf canines. Her heartrate ticks up.
The boy dutifully helps Enid clean up the last of the Legos, then casually tries to jump on the blonde. The older werewolf laughs and picks the boy up with ease, as if she’s done it hundreds of times before.
“Enid?” A voice rings through the house. “I’m here. Sorry I’m late.”
“You hear that?” Enid grins at the boy. “Your dad is here!”
The heart hammering in Wednesday's chest stops all together.
Enid walks through the house toward the front door, carrying the little boy. Wednesday trudges along behind her, legs feeling like lead. She wonders if this is the type of dread most people feel in a haunted house. The terror of knowing something awful is coming and yet unable to stop oneself from pursuing it.
“Daddy!” The little boy launches himself out of Enid’s arms toward the man standing in the doorway.
Wednesday can only stare in horror at the sight in front of her. Because there, looking like he owns the place, stands the one and only, Bruno Yuson.
Just then a ray of sunlight comes through the door and glints off an object on Enid’s finger. Her ring finger.
Wednesday stumbles and hits the wall behind her, eyes wide and unable to look away from the nightmare before her. She clutches at her chest, as if someone carved a hole in it and yanked the beating organ out.
The last thing she sees is Enid giving Kyle a kiss on the head and smiling up at Bruno as the scene fades.
“Wednesday!” Enid clings to the seer to keep her from falling to the ground.
When the goth comes back to reality she gasps for breath. Dark tears stain her cheeks.
The first thing she sees is blue eyes. Those gorgeous, emotion-filled, perfect blue eyes. Blue eyes that… weren’t Wednesday’s to look into.
She shoves the werewolf away. Harder than she means to, though Enid doesn’t go very far due to her wolf strength. Wednesday shakes her usual awe at that away and turns her back to the blonde, wiping at her black tears.
“Wednesday?” Enid says in a panic. “What happened? What did you see?”
The wolf reaches out to the raven, but for the first time in over a year, Wednesday flinches away from the touch. Enid’s chest pangs, but she drops her hand. She knows the seer’s visions can be overwhelming.
“Hey,” Enid says softly, moving to try to face the goth again and catch her eye. “What is it?”
Wednesday’s arms are crossed over herself in protection. “Nothing.”
“Wednesday, please. You can talk to me. Whatever you saw-”
“I said it was nothing!” The seer’s voice is harsh and cutting, perhaps more than it ever had been with Enid.
The blonde flinches slightly.
Wednesday makes the mistake of looking at the wolf. She wonders how her already shattered heart can break even further. Her girlfriend looks so discouraged. So desperate. And despite everything she just saw, all Wednesday wants to do is bury herself in the werewolf’s arms so they can soothe each other’s anguish. It wasn’t Enid’s fault she didn’t choose her in the future. In fact, knowing their track record, Wednesday thinks it was probably no one’s fault but her own.
That’s what stops Wednesday from launching herself into the wolf’s arms and begging her to stay. She didn’t deserve the werewolf. Enid didn’t choose her. She chose…Bruno. Even the thought of his name makes the seer sick to her stomach. But it was there, it was real. They had a child together for god’s sake. And Enid looked happy. So undeniably happy. Without Wednesday.
What Wednesday had just come to realize was permanent for her, was only fleeting for the blonde. She’s never felt like more of a fool in her life. To think that someone that shined as bright as Enid Sinclair would end up with someone as dark as her.
“W-Wednesday…please just tell me. Was it another vision of my death? I swear it won’t scare me away. Besides, we fixed that before, we can fix it again-”
“Leave me alone, Enid.” The voice is cold, detached.
“Wednesday please-”
“Leave!”
Enid flinches again as tears cloud her eyes. She thought she had seen Wednesday at her most cold and distant, but she had never seen her like this. There’s zero room for argument in the seer’s voice. She bites her trembling lip and grabs her backpack and walks quickly out the door without another word.
She’s two steps down the stairs and already sobbing, but she forces herself forward. They had fought plenty of times over the years, but it had never felt as raw and real as this. Little does she know, she’s not the only one having a breakdown.
Wednesday is on her knees in front of the window. Black tears stream down her face. Silent, but loud. She always thought she would enjoy heartbreak, but now she understands why it can drive people to the brink of insanity. The wave of exhilarating hope she felt at realizing Enid was the one had disappeared as quickly as it came.
She cries until her white shirt sleeve is stained completely black. Then she stands up and looks out the window with a harsh and determined stare that only an Addams can muster. She doesn’t shed another tear.
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Enid was miserable through her next few classes and social groups. Everyone around her knew it, but no one dared ask after Bianca had tried and almost gotten a faceful of claws.
She has no idea what Wednesday saw, only that it had to be truly awful. She can’t fathom what that could be beyond someone’s death, but she thinks Wednesday would have told her about that this time. So somehow this was worse. So bad that it made the goth push her away with a force stronger than ever before.
Throughout her activities, she puts on a brave face and comes up with a plan. Maybe Wednesday was just shaken by the vision. Understandable. They seemed nerve-wracking to say the least. Maybe the goth just needed some space. That was fine. They would talk tonight during their planned anniversary dinner. Enid would give her the silver raven and wolf tooth pendant she had gotten and finally tell Wednesday how ridiculously in love with her she was. Then Wednesday would tell her about the vision and they’d work through it. Together. It would be fine.
When she returns back to the dorm and finds it empty, she still tells herself it will be fine. As the minutes turn into hours, she tells herself it will be fine. Yet as the time of day slips past the time of their dinner reservation, she knows it won’t be.
“Where is she, Thing?” Enid cries desperately at the hand. “Is she in trouble? Do I need to go after her?”
The hand stands still for a moment, for once not knowing what to say. He feels caught in the middle of his worst nightmare where both roommates are completely heartbroken and there was nothing he could do for them. “She is…okay.”
The wolf cries harder at that, because if that’s true, that means Wednesday is just avoiding her. On their anniversary no less. “Then where is she!”
The door creaks open. Thing scurries out.
“Wednesday!” Enid cries. “Are you okay? Where have you been?”
“...Out.”
Enid takes in the goth’s appearance and determines that physically the seer is fine. She allows her anger to boil up then. “Out. Out? What the hell Wednesday? W-We were supposed to go to dinner an hour ago! And all you can say is you were out?”
The goth stands rigidly facing her desk. “I cancelled the reservation.”
“What?” Enid’s breath comes in short pants now as her emotions bubble over. “Why?!”
“I thought it was obvious.” Wednesday says in an emotionless tone.
“Thought what was obvious?” Even as she asks it, Enid dreads the answer.
“That this…” The goth inhales sharply to cover the tremble in her voice. “Is over.”
“W-what?” Enid whispers, feeling as if she’s just been pieced with a silver dagger.
“You heard me.”
“You-you don’t mean that,” The wolf all but pleads.
“I do.”
“Wednesday please, don’t shut me out. Just talk to me. Whatever it is, we can fix it. Together. Like we always have.” Despite herself, Wednesday visibly flinches at that. Enid latches onto it like a lifeline. “Please, Wednesday. Whatever you saw. It doesn’t have to be real-”
“I said this is over, Enid.” The seer continues to stare straight ahead at the wall. “I suggest you stop trying to convince me otherwise.”
Enid wants to scream. She wants to sob. She wants to grab the girl in front of her and force her to look her in the eye and just tell her why. But despite it all, Enid is still the same kind-hearted creature who would always, always, respect Wednesday’s wishes and boundaries.
The werewolf hiccups silently and rubs at the constant stream of tears from her eyes. “I’m going to Yoko’s. Don’t expect me back this time.”
The door slams.
Wednesday wipes away a single black tear. “I won’t.”