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“I’m losing my mind,” Enid said, pacing the invisible line that separates the two sides of the dorm. She was going crazy; she had to be, it was the only explanation for what was happening. Because standing mere feet away was Wednesday Addams, who was, to Enid's knowledge, totally one hundred percent dead. Yet here she was casually watching Enid pace the length of the room.
“As entertaining as watching a lycan fall into madness would be, sadly, you are still mostly sane,” Wednesday calmly stated as Enid continued pacing.
“I’d love to believe that, but this,” Enid gestured at Wednesday before turning away again, “is fucking insane.”
“Enid, I understand your trepidation, but I assure you I’m telling the truth.” Wednesday's tone was as cold and calculated as ever, but it carried none of the edge Enid remembered.
“Weds,” Enid began carefully as if addressing her would cause her to go away again, “I wish this were real, I really do, but I know you're just a dream or a fucked up hallucination, and when I go to bed and wake up in the morning you’ll be gone.” Enid’s back was still turned to the specter because she didn’t know if she had the strength to face Wednesday even if she wasn’t really there.
“Enid-”
“It was good to see you again, though.” Enid walked towards her bed, too exhausted to even think about her nighttime routine. She just laid down and passed out.
The next morning came like a sickness, slow and painful. Enid had tossed and turned all night, and she woke up lethargic and sore. As she sat up to get prepared for the day, she was met with the sight of Wednesday Addams standing across from her. Enid just sat and stared at the ghostly form for a moment before standing and beginning her morning routine without acknowledging it.
“Sleep well, Sinclair?” The seer waited for any response from the wolf, but when none came, she continued. “Are you attempting to ignore me?” Enid continued to get dressed without even glancing in her direction. “Sinclair, we must address this.” This caused Enid to falter, finally.
“Wednesday, please.” Enid’s voice was smaller now, fragile, as she turned to finally face Wednesday. “I can’t do this right now. I just want a little time.”
Wednesday was clearly taken aback. She didn’t push anymore, just simply nodded.
Enid finished preparing for the day and left the room, hesitating as she closed the door behind her.
Today's classes were underwhelming, but it wasn’t like she was paying any attention; her mind was wandering to thoughts of Wednesday. She finally got to see her again, but it felt like bile in her throat. All she could picture was the too-small body bag being carried away. She never saw inside the bag, and a part of her had kept hoping that it was someone else, but she knew it wasn’t, and if any of this is real, it meant she was gone, really gone. Enid didn’t know what to make of this development; it felt like all the progress she had made over break was ripped out from under her, and she was just left to fall.
Enid continued to spiral as she sat down to eat lunch. She chimed in to the conversation occasionally with a ‘uh-huh’ or an ‘okay,’ but she wasn’t paying much attention to the mindless conversations of the table. As usual, the only person to notice her distance was Yoko.
“Enid, talk to me. What's going on?” Yoko said, trying to be gentle.
Enid was violently pulled from her spiraling thoughts by the question and was left scrambling to form any sort of reply. “I'm fine,” Enid said a little too late and a bit too abruptly.
Yoko side-eyed her for a moment before sighing and setting her blood pack down, “Enid, babes, you know I love you and that I want nothing more than to help you, but I'm not a mind reader.”
Enid gave a shy smile to her friend, her first real smile in a while, and set her hands over the vampires, “Yoko, I’m fine, I’m just working through something. Please, trust me.”
Yoko held Enid’s gaze for a moment before finally relenting, “Okay, Sinclair, you win.” Yoko throws her hands up in mock surrender, which makes Enid giggle.
The rest of the day goes smoothly, thanks in large part to the fact that she and Yoko share most of their evening classes. Every time Enid begins to fall into the rabbit hole of her own mind, Yoko pulls her out. Enid didn’t know how she was at all worthy of such a friend, but she was glad to have her. She felt terrible burdening Yoko with her currently pathetic existence, a thought that she knew voicing would only make Yoko yell at her about how ‘your life isn’t a burden’ and ‘I’m gonna kill your bitch mom.’
Before she knew it, the day was over, and Enid was standing in front of the door to her dorm. Her hand hesitated on the doorknob as she debated whether or not she was actually ready. When she finally worked up the courage to enter the room, she was met with Wednesday standing almost exactly where she had been when Enid left that morning. They stared at eachother for a moment, the air thick with tension and something heavier. Enid had planned this moment all day, hell, all winter even, but when she’s finally able to talk to Wednesday, she finds herself frozen.
To her surprise (and relief), Wednesday is the first to break the silence. “Sinclair, I understand the day must have been long, and I’m sure you haven’t the proper mindset for the discussion we’re going to have. I will await you on the balcony. Join me when you’re ready.” Without waiting for any acknowledgment from Enid, Wednesday walks to the balcony and straight through the window.
Enid stands there for a moment, gawking at whatever had just happened. Once she snapped out of it, she found she was glad for the time to prepare. She took a shower and washed away the stress of the day, she felt muscles she didn’t know she was tensing finally relax. After changing into something warm and comfy for the night, She aproached the window. She could see Wednesday through the colorful half, just standing there, and she felt herself freeze again for just a moment.
The wolf takes a breath and steels herself before finally stepping out on the balcony. Wednesday does not acknowledge her presence; she just keeps looking over the balcony’s edge with her back towards the wolf. Enid perches herself next to Wednesday on the balcony. Wednesday turns her head slightly, and for a moment, that's the only acknowledgement either is willing to give. They both just sit in the cold silence of the night, neither willing to make the first move.
After a moment of heavy silence, Enid cracks, deciding to make the first move, “I wasn’t lying when I said it was good to see you again.”
Wednesday turns to her, her expression unreadable. “It’s good to see you, too, Sinclair.”
Enid finds herself realising a breath she didn’t know she was holding into a laugh she didn’t think she was capable of anymore. “So, I guess we should address the elephant in the room.”
Wednesday gives a small nod, “I suppose we should.”
“So you’re like a ghost?” Enid gives Wednesday a shy smile, hoping it’ll make the question go down easier.
“It appears that way.”
“That’s it? That’s all I get, ‘It appears that way.’ That's really all you got?”
Wednesday shrugs with that goddamned smirk of hers.
“Oh, bullshit, Addams!” Enid points a finger at the specter in mock anger, although she can’t help but smile, “You expect me to believe your spooky kooky ass doesn’t know anything about this?”
Wednesday rolls her eyes, and Enid thinks she sees the ghost of a smile on her lips. “I didn’t say I don’t know anything, Sinclair, I simply don’t know enough to jump to conclusions.”
“That means you do know something, though,” Enid smirks, feeling proud of herself, but then her face falls as realization dawns, “Oh god, this is going to be another one of your ‘adventures’ I'm gonna be dragged into, isn’t it?”
“Of course not.” Enid sighs in relief, “I am incapable of dragging you into anything; if anything, I’d have to possess you into it.”
Enid feels herself pale, “You can’t actually do that, right?”
Wednesday smirks.
“Wednesday!”
“No enid I can not forcefully possess you into doing my bidding.”
“And you wouldn’t if you could?” Enid gives her best puppy dog eyes.
Wednesday says nothing. Enid scoffs in offense and goes to hit her. A chill runs through her arm as it passes through Wednesday's form. Enid quickly pulls her arm back as Wednesday just quietly inspects the scene.
“Jesus, Weds, I’m sorry! I forgot.”
“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” Wednesday said with no indication that a hand had just gone through her.
“I, just,” Enid paused, lost for words, “ You’re really gone, huh? Like forever.”
“Maybe.”
The words take a moment to hit Enid, but then she snaps back to reality. “ Wait, ‘Maybe’ what the fuck do you mean ‘maybe’?”
Wednesday turns away from Enid, “I mean that if there is a way to bring me back, then I will find it. But I need your help, Enid,” Wednesday pauses, uncharacteristically unsure of her next words, “Please.” It may be just a trick of the moonlight, but Enid swears that from where shes standing, the tips of wednesdays ears are a shade darker.
Enid feels her face growing hot, “Well, if the great Wednesday Addams would ask for my help, who am I to say no?” Wednesday turns to her and immediately rolls her eyes at the grin Enid is failing to bite back.
“Thank you, Sinclair, though your enthusiasm could use a touch of diminishing.”
Its Enids turn to roll her eyes, “Please, you love my enthusiasm, it balances out your whatever the opposite of enthusiasm is.”
“Apathy.”
“Yeah, that.” Enid has given up on any attempt to bite back her grin and is smiling wildly. “Alrighty, Roomie, what are we doing first?”
The spector turns to the wolf with a smirk that sends shivers down her spine.