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Wednesday watches from the side as Enid breaks away from her embrace, running over to one of her friends. Ever so happy and chipper was the tall girl. Without her. Now, Wednesday was never known to be possessive and despite Eugene's constant insistence, she still wasn’t. Was she not allowed to notice that her girlfriend was pulling away from her? Because she was.
The shift was hitting her hard. Wednesday was finally getting used to always having the girl around her, clinging to her arm, watching her every move… and now she wasn’t.
Wednesday waiting, leaning against the wall, waiting for the return of her lover. It never came. Wednesday looked down for one second—adjusting the ring on her finger—and when she looked back up, the girl was gone.
“Oh” Wednesday says, her voice weaker than usual. Enid made her feel that way, weak. She was sure it wasn’t on purpose but it still happened, and it still hurt. Wednesday didn’t like that, she didn’t like feeling hurt, even less by the hands of another person. Someone she loved. Someone who was supposed to love her.
Wednesday moves off the wall, looking around for flashes of pink and blue hair, to no avail. She could hear her but she couldn’t see her. With a heavy heart, Wednesday turnarounds. Enid's laughs somewhere close by. Those same laughs that used to be reserved for her and only her. Wednesday drops her head, letting it hang heavy as the laughter grows farther.
The pale girl expected to see her girlfriend sometime throughout the day, but no that was the last time she saw Enid that day. After classes, Wednesday went to their dorm, awaiting the arrival of her partner. It had been hours, Wednesday had officially managed to write five chapters of her story, have a one-sided debate with things, sit and reflect on her life choices and even still, no Enid.
This wasn’t the first time this happened, Enid sometimes left Wednesday and forgot to come back. In her defense, her attention span was terrible. ‘ Yeah’ Wednesday thinks, ‘ That’s it, she forgot. She’ll come back soon,’ She lays on Enid's bed, finding every way to defend her sudden absence. A cold air blows through the room and Thing’s slight tapping can be heard on the desk. When she began to run out of defenses for Enid, she felt herself slipping into an uneasy sense of being. This wasn’t normal. Wednesday had once vowed to never care about someone so much, but here she was ridden with anxiety because Enid had yet to come back.
Her mother had told her that one day she would love someone so much, with her entire being. So much so that it would hurt. Wednesday shook her mothers words off, because that wasn’t Wednesday. Guess her mom was right. By now, she should have realized that her mother was always right… usually right.
Wednesday groans, turning onto her side. This was not how things were supposed to go. This was not how Wednesday operated. This wasn’t how she wanted to operate. She closes her eyes, shocked as a fat tear falls from her face. Wednesday shoots up, aggressively swiping at her eyes. She had only ever cried once in her entire life, and that was because of an amputated hand with a mind of its own. Never did she think she would cry over some chipper lycanthrope.
Wednesday grimaces at the thought, she didn’t like tears, she didn’t like being this vulnerable, and she especially didn’t like the thought that someone could make her this susceptible to her emotions.
Enid eventually came back but only for a brief moment. Someone could be heard giggling from outside—the voice unknown. Wednesday shuts her eyes, feigning sleep as Enid shuffled around the room, seemingly searching for something. Her breath falls shallow as she notices the girl lying on her bed, dark spots under her eyes and a look of discomfort on her face. In all honesty, Enid felt bad. She had never met anyone that loved her so much, and a while ago, she’d loved Wednesday just as much as she did her. Enid did care for Wednesday, but she didn’t love her as much as she used to.
She walks over, her footsteps light, before placing a hand on her shoulder. Wednesday melts into Enid's touch, warm and comforting. Something she hadn’t felt in a while. Whenever she did touch her, she was reluctant and distant, but this reminded her of the old times with her girlfriend.
Enid knew she was being selfish and she knew that she should’ve ended it long before but she didn’t want to hurt Wednesday.
Wednesday knew that she should have more respect for herself and end it. She knew that she shouldn’t let the girl play with her feelings that way but she wasn’t ready to let go. There was still a bit more she could squeeze from their “relationship”
They both knew it was wrong but neither of them would do anything to make it right. In all honesty, as much as it hurt, it was better than nothing. Wednesday would let Enid stomp on her heart ten times over and she’d be fine with it as long as she got to be with her. She was with her, and that’s all that mattered.