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Wednesday was used to Enid. Her energy. Her long midnight rants. Her doomscrolling at 3AM. Her smile, and Wednesday’s constantly shifting feelings for her -no matter how much she tried to ignore them-. She would focus on school, fencing, her mysteries but it would all lead her back to Enid, everything did. It was a painful cycle that had just become a daily occurrence, routine even.
She spent her evenings awake questioning the nature of her feelings for the blonde. However, Wednesday wasn’t enough of an idiot to spend too long dwelling on it. She had just gotten back to the dorm, it was late, but not late enough to be questioned by anyone other than her roommate. Enid would probably ask her where she was and Wednesday would give a half-hearted answer about a new mystery. The blonde would then go on, talking about her day, grateful for the company of the other, even if she didn’t show it.
She opened the door, listening to it creak softly. The room was already ablaze with the light from the singular lightbulb, stuck to the ceiling. Enid was already waiting for her, sitting on her bed and as soon as she heard Wednesday come in, she stood from her position.
“Oh Wednesday!” She beamed at Wednesday, “I have something to tell you!”
Wednesday’s heart skipped a beat. Something to tell her? Did Enid like her? Romantically no less? The thought was almost dizzying, all this time, did Enid wish to be with her? Maybe Wednesday did have romantic feelings for Enid after all.
“Yes?” The ravenette tried to keep her voice casual and monotone.
“I…” the suspense in that single moment was almost a death sentence, “I have a crush on Ajax.”
It was if the world shattered around her. It didn’t feel right. Everything that should have happened was suddenly destroyed. Both it and she felt wrong. It wasn’t fair, how could Enid get her hopes up? She knew it was irrational, but it didn’t stop the feeling that her heart was being slowly squeezed by the mere thought of it. It was as if a bruise was blooming across her heart, with each and every heartbeat the pain only grew worse, like she was rotting from the inside.
“Really, again?” It wasn’t the first time Enid had had a crush on Ajax. During her first year at Nevermore she and Ajax were almost an item.
“It’s different! I like him a lot.” Enid was smiling and Wednesday was jealous that it wasn’t at her, “seriously.”
Wednesday knew it was true; she could see the sparkle in Enid’s bright blue eyes. She should hold some sort of happiness for Enid or at least feel nothing on the subject, but instead she only felt buried in her feelings. She had been buried alive once, it wasn’t as pleasant as she thought it would be. Enid was the one who had saved her and in turn she had saved Enid.
“Ok.” Wednesday turned away, she didn’t want say much.
Whenever the ravenette became emotional like this, she turned to her novel. It was usually enough to keep her distracted from any unwanted feelings. Viper de la Muerte was an extension of herself after all. Enid didn’t notice anything off, of course, Wednesday wasn’t very outwardly emotional in the first place.
In her novel she wrote, Viper was currently hanging off a cliff, now deciding whether to accept the help of the one that ruined everything, the boy who had squandered any hope she had of reconnecting with Evelyn to be the way the once were. Viper had begun to hate that boy. She had the choice to either take his hand and live, betraying herself, or to fall to her death. Viper didn’t take his hand. It was the hand of the boy who had ruined everything, she would rather be impaled on a rock below. The boy had no name, he did not need to, and he would never have a name. He didn’t have a description either. When her novel was published, she wanted none to fawn over him. He was a blot of ink in Vipers story.
Before she could write of a cunning way for Viper to save herself from both the boy and the cliff, Enid began to snore, it was a mystery how she could sleep so easily. She couldn’t write with so much noise. There was nothing more left to do, any mysteries would have to be solved in the morning, any thinking could no longer be done and thus, she readied for bed.
Almost the moment she had laid down her eyes had closed she had drifted off to sleep. That night she dreamed of a boy with a milky white face; his features were blurred to the eyes of the girl adorned in black. She could not see his mouth but somehow, she could see his smile, he was taunting her.
“You really are pathetic. Aren’t you?” He sneered. “It is so very frivolous to think anyone could love you. To believe even one person could tolerate your presence.”
Wednesday tried to respond, to insult him but no words could escape the chamber of her throat. It was beyond trying. Each word he said was a different lie. But each lie he told seemed incredibly real, even if only in that moment.
“You’re vain, Wednesday.” Her name seemed like a physical blow onto her.
Wednesday could only glare at the boy. He tilted his head. Mocking her once more. His voice was a chorus of many whose voices were thin and carping. This boy was a choir of all who had told her she would end up alone. He was a poor execution of a nightmare.
It dawned on her. This was a dream.
She awoke to eerie light pouring through the window. It must be the early hours of the morning, maybe 4am. Enid was awake, scrolling on her phone and no doubt awoken by a notification on her phone and could not put it down.
“Wow, you’re up early. And I mean really early.” The blonde remarked.
Enid shut off her phone and turned to face her roommate.
“I suppose I am.” Wednesday looked away and to the wall.
“Not a-” Enid looked at her phone, “4:13 person?” She was right, it was 4am.
“I doubt anyone is.” Wednesday deadpanned.
Enid sighed, “only me.”
“This is why you fall asleep in class.” Wednesday scoffed. She hoped Enid could see the joke in her statement, however dryly it was presented.
“C’mon, that was one time,” the blonde remarked playfully.
Wednesday scoffed and turned back over, ending that conversation.