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A week is all Enid lasts.
“Ugh, I can’t do this Yoko!” The wolf howls, pulling at her hair.
The vampire looks over knowingly. “You’ve said that for the last 7 days.”
“I know, but I’m going crazy!”
“You always do when it comes to her,” Yoko says bluntly.
“Not helping.”
The vampire sighs. “From what you told me, she deserves to be alone.”
“Does she though? I mean, she lost her memories…am I being too harsh?” Enid asks earnestly.
“Your tolerance for Addams always far surpassed mine. And in a vacuum, what she said definitely warrants a terminated relationship. But, these do seem to be extenuating circumstances for her, so I really can’t say.”
“Spoken like a true wishy-washy politician,” Enid mumbles.
“I have lived to see the best of them.”
“Ugh, just tell me what to do!”
Yoko snorts. “That is not my role.”
“I mean, you’re supposed to be the old, wise one!”
“First of all, rude. Second of all, what do you want to do, Enid?”
I want to go after her. I want to beg her to still give us a chance.
Yoko reads the very obvious answer on her friend’s face. “So go after her! Nothing's stopping you!”
Enid raises an eyebrow. “You aren’t gonna stop me?”
“If I was ever successful in stopping you from going after her we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”
“...Fair point.”
They’d probably all be dead. Multiple times.
Enid picks up one of her stuffed animals and absently starts to pet it. A look of consternation on her face.
Yoko studies her friend. “So are you gonna go over there?”
“I don’t know…” the wolf sighs. “I mean, I want to. But I don’t even know what to say. I kinda just stormed out of there. And if she repeats what she said last time…I think I’ll break.”
“I doubt she would. She’s probably over there moping and missing you right now.”
“Ha, as if.”
“I mean, no one’s seen her in class for a while.”
“She’s never in class.”
Yoko shrugs. “I’m just saying, you know Wednesday’s the type to say things she doesn’t mean when she gets emotionally compromised. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t regret it later.”
“Maybe the old Wednesday. But, she’s right. I don’t even know this new one anymore.”
“Oh come on, we both know that’s bullshit. She still argues with you like the old Wednesday. And plays cello for you on full moons. And goes to your dance recitals.”
“But she doesn’t want to be friends,” Enid says miserably. “I…used to be her exception to so many things. Now I’m just another person she passes by in life.”
Without warning, a memory from senior year at Nevermore flashes through Yoko’s mind.
“Tanaka!”
Yoko stumbles to the door and jerks it open. “Addams? What are you doing here?”
Wednesday scowls. “Why were you sleeping at 4 in the afternoon?”
“I’m a vampire.”
“Whom I’ve never seen have a problem in daylight.”
“Is there a reason you’re here?” Yoko huffs in annoyance.
The seer looks suddenly anxious. “Is…Enid with you?”
“Enid?”
“The werewolf.”
“I know who she is!” Yoko snaps. “And no, she’s not with me. Wait…what did you do, Addams?”
“Why do you assume I did something?”
Yoko just stands there knowingly.
“We may have…had a disagreement,” Wednesday grumbles.
“About?”
“She was displeased that I planned to go to Willow Hill today to see Tyler. Though I still fail to see why.”
“You don’t see why she was displeased with that??”
“I just need information. And psychologically torturing him is an added bonus.”
“God, how can someone so smart be so stupid.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Careful Tanaka. Or the garlic in my bag might slip out.”
Yoko just rolls her eyes. “She thinks you still like him!”
Wednesday frowns in confusion. “But I don’t.”
“Have you told her that?”
“Many times,” the raven insists.
Yoko shakes her head, refusing to be a couples counselor for two people that weren’t even a couple. “Look, I don’t know where she is.”
“But tonight is a full moon,” Wednesday says earnestly. “She…can’t be alone.”
And that’s when Yoko knows for certain something she’s long suspected.
Wednesday Addams loved Enid Sinclair.
It would be ridiculously adorable if it weren’t so ridiculously inconvenient.
The vampire relents and looks at her phone. “She’s at the lake.”
“How do you know?” Wednesday asks suspiciously.
“I may have forced her to share her location with me after the last near death experience you two had.”
Wednesday frowns, perturbed that the notion has her briefly considering getting a phone of her own. “I see.”
“Hey!” Yoko calls out as the raven starts walking off. Wednesday turns back around. “Tell her Tyler doesn’t mean anything anymore, yeah?”
“He never meant anything,” Wednesday says seriously.
“Then definitely tell her that.”
The seer still looks confused. But nods once, then starts walking away again.
Enid never shows up at Yoko’s door that night. So the vampire knows Wednesday kept her word.
The werewolf hadn’t been alone.
Yoko looks at the ground sorrowfully as she realizes the truth. The Wednesday Addams with her memories intact would never hurt Enid like this.
She adds herself to the line to kill Tyler Galpin.
Then the vampire gets up and sits on the bed to throw her arm around her friend. “Trust me. You’re still her exception.”
Enid leans heavily against Yoko’s shoulder. “I didn’t think it would be this hard.”
Yoko squeezes her arm. “I know…I’m sorry.”
A tear spills onto the stuffed animal Enid is holding, triggering a memory of her own.
Enid almost falls off the bed as her eyes flutter open to see a wolf staring at her from inches away.
“Uh, Wends? What’s this?” Enid grasps the stuffed black wolf on her pillow which was surprisingly ultra soft.
Wednesday glances over from her desk. “I thought the appearance would be self-explanatory.”
“I mean yeah, I see it’s a wolf, but…why?”
The seer takes a slightly nervous inhale. “It’s April 9th.”
Enid frowns, trying to remember what happened on April 9th. It wasn’t her birthday or anything. Did she somehow miss an anniversary even though they weren’t dating?
The tips of Wednesday’s ears redden as she realizes Enid has no idea what she’s talking about. “It is the day we defeated Crackstone…the day you first wolfed out.”
Enid’s eyes widened in surprise. “That was two years ago!”
Wednesday shifts uncomfortably. “Yes, I was unable to get you a token last year.”
Because I was hunting you down in the wilderness.
“Oh my gosh, Wends!” Enid, now finally understanding the symbolism of it all, gets up and throws her arms around her roommate. “I love it! Thank you so much!”
The seer flushes under the smothering, but a faint smile comes to her lips at her best friend’s excitement.
“It looks like your wolf,” Enid says with a grin, putting the stuffie on the desk in front of them.
Wednesday frowns. “That was not my intention.”
The blonde just grins wider and places the lightest of kisses on the raven’s temple.
“It’s perfect though. Thank you, Wednesday.”
Enid clutches the black wolf in her hands as the memory squeezes her chest.
She couldn’t give up now.
Wednesday Addams deserved someone that would fight for her.
She forces herself to her feet. “I’m going over there.”
Yoko’s eyes shine with pride. “You got this.”
The wolf just nods rapidly, trying to convince herself that she does. Then finally opens the door and heads into the hall.
As she leaves, Yoko mutters under her breath. “So help me Addams, if you break her heart again, I will start smacking you with my coffin lid until you remember.”
Down the hall, Enid tries to calm her racing heart as she stands outside her own dorm. She can do this, right? She’s faced a Hyde multiple times. What’s a little heartbreak compared to that?
She grasps the handle and pushes open the door.
Dark emptiness is all that greets her.
Her shoulders slump. Of course the seer isn’t there. She doesn’t know why she expected anything different. It’s not like Wednesday would’ve just stayed around awaiting her return.
She flicks on the light and enters the room. It seems lived in, at least. Everything on Wednesday’s side is in perfect order as always. But the lack of dust gives away that the seer has been there recently.
She sighs and turns to walk back to Yoko’s room in defeat when something catches her eye.
A paper.
With her name on it.
She scrambles over to Wednesday’s desk and rips the page out of the typewriter.
Enid,
It is unlikely that you will ever be reading this. Though if you are, I recommend putting this down immediately as it means you have likely returned to our shared space in hopes of reconciliation. Something which I am certain I do not deserve after how we left things seven days ago.
Yet if you continue to read this, as I’m sure you will if you found it in the first place, know this.
I am sorry.
I know that is not nearly enough to make up for what I said. And I know this may seem a spineless approach. But you must know that I am quite lacking when it comes to the ability to apologize, and this was the sincerest way I could think of doing so.
Speaking of which, you were correct. You do know me, Enid. You’ve made that clear since I first re-entered this dorm room, and every moment after. Yet contrary to what I presume you believe, that is not the reason why I have been so resistant this entire time. It is not the reason why I said what I said. It is not the reason why I pushed you away.
That reason is simple. You know me, but I do not know you. A fact that has torn at me since the day I opened my eyes in the hospital and saw you standing there. Not because I was looking into the eyes of a stranger. But because I was looking into the eyes of something I had lost.
Four years of knowing you. Of learning you. Of living with you. All gone.
I did not know how to handle that reality. I did not know how to handle you being there, but not as I felt you should be. I did not know how to handle my own mind failing me.
And so I ran from it. From the truth. From the flashes of things I did recollect. From you.
I suppose Thing was right in calling me a coward.
Yet my frustration with my own cowardice has only been surpassed by an even greater torment these last few weeks. Not for myself, but for you.
Because you lost something that I cannot even recall, but that I know you deserve.
Someone who remembers every wound of theirs you’ve stitched up. Every fight you’ve had over the same grievances. Every scar you’ve earned from saving their life.
Someone who sees you.
Who knows you.
I have gone to find that person.
Wednesday Addams
Tears coat Enid’s cheeks as she reads the words again and again.
This. This is who she fell in love with. And who she’d continue to fall in love with over and over again for the rest of time if that’s what it took.
“Thing!” Enid knocks on the door to the hand’s house.
Thing scuttles out.
“Where is she?”
Two taps. You know.
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Wednesday Addams’ return to Nevermore is nothing short of infamous.
Everyone stops and stares as she walks through the gate. Whispers sweep across the quad.
“I heard she saved the school 5 times when she went here!”
“I heard it was 6!”
“I heard she killed a Hyde!”
“No, that was her werewolf friend.”
“Oh yeah, is she with her?”
Wednesday sends the crowd a sharp, scathing glare that has them all scuttling back to their activities. Then she strides through familiar hallways with purpose, and up steps that creaked with devastating familiarity.
The door at the top of the stairs is slightly ajar. She pushes it open.
“Wednesday?” The current resident of her former room in Ophelia Hall leaps to her feet. “What are you doing here? You could’ve knocked!”
“As if you ever knocked when you barged in here,” Wednesday deadpans.
“Touché,” Agnes grins. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Do not attempt to embrace me,” the seer grumbles, taking a step back from the excited redhead.
Agnes rolls her eyes. “Some things never change.”
Wednesday flinches at that, and Agnes immediately knows this visit isn’t a social call.
“What is it?” The redhead asks eagerly, already anticipating the answer.
Wednesday inhales stiffly and looks around the room. It was very different from how she and Enid had left it. Unorganized, and filled with color on both sides from Agnes and her own roommate. Yet the window remained the same. Still perfectly split down the middle between light and dark.
She stares at the colorful side.
“Enid.”
Agnes glances knowingly at her friend. “You still don’t remember her, do you?”
Wednesday doesn’t even have to respond.
The vanisher nods. “Well, if you’re going to remember her, it’s gonna be here. Feel free to take a look around.”
The seer hesitates for a moment, unsure where to even begin. Already overwhelmed by the sheer history the room itself radiates.
She decides to start at the beginning, placing her hand on the door to the dorm.
Her powers are reluctant at first. Almost resistant.
Then her head snaps back.
“Howdy roomie!”
The wolf pack howls.
“Enid!”
“Alright, everyone out!”
Her head snaps back up.
Not good enough.
She places her hand on her old closet door.
An arrow whizzes by her ear.
“You have a stalker?”
“Don’t be jealous.”
Slightly more familiar. But perhaps only because Agnes is right there.
Psychic fatigue is already settling in, but she pushes it away.
Her old bed is next.
“Do you ever think that we’re all just out here trying our best?”
“Trying your best means you’re planning on failing and letting me know in advance.”
“The fact that you can be so arrogant and still make so many mistakes is staggering.”
The first black tear forms in her eyes.
She almost remembers that argument.
Almost.
She moves to the next object.
Her desk.
Multiple scenes flash this time.
“If he breaks your heart, I’ll nailgun his.”
“Seriously? Copy machines aren’t even 21st century technology!”
“Hiding in shame.”
“Do you even want to be my friend anymore?”
Wednesday jerks her hand back.
The black tear in her eye streaks down her cheek.
That last scene physically burns after what she said 7 days ago.
She goes to Enid’s desk this time.
“When you’re not grinding your canines, you growl in your sleep.”
“As opposed to late night cello solos…”
“Don’t let me hold you back.”
“Enjoy your solitude, Wednesday!”
She stumbles away from the desk.
Her head starts to throb. As if two opposing forces are clashing inside of it.
Much like the fight she had just witnessed. A fight she and Enid had repeated a million times.
More black tears fall to the floor.
She takes a sharp breath. Brown eyes lock onto the centerpiece of the room.
The window.
Her hand connects with the cold panes right in the middle, touching both colorful and colorless sides.
The seer’s body goes taut in a psychic seizure.
“What the hell did you do to my room?”
“Not a hugger, got it.”
“Whatever you did, you need to fix it! Right freaking now!”
“Rope. Shovel. Hole.”
“I don’t need you to save me!”
“Thing said he missed you.”
“Because we work. We shouldn’t. But we do.”
“Enid. The mark you’ve left on me is indelible.”
Her eyes burst open.
“Wednesday?” Agnes says worriedly.
The seer doesn’t respond.
Her head is splitting now.
She leans heavily against the window to stop herself from toppling over.
Black tears spill from her cheeks onto the panes.
Never before had using her powers been this excruciating. This was different for psychic exhaustion. It was raw torture. As if her entire being was tearing itself apart from the inside out.
She has to continue though.
For Enid.
Besides, there’s only one place left.
The balcony.
She steps through the window and grasps the railing.
A bloody body.
“The look on your face when you thought I was dead!”
A full moon.
“I still think you’re weird as shit though.”
“The feeling is incredibly mutual.”
Wednesday collapses to the floor of the balcony, gasping for air.
Rain starts to drizzle around her. But it does nothing to wash away the black tears on her face.
She’s dying again. And she knows it.
Agnes hurries to kneel at her side. “Do you…remember?”
“No,” Wednesday whispers, eyes darting around as her mind tries to fit the pieces together all the same.
“But you saw her, didn’t you?”
“But I don’t remember!” Wednesday growls in frustration. “I see the moments, and know that they happened. But I can’t recall them myself. Or anything in between.”
Agnes gives her a helpless look, then suddenly thinks of something that has her rushing into the room. Leaving Wednesday outside in the rain, slowly trying to stand up.
“What about this?” Agnes says earnestly, running back to the balcony and holding out an object in front of her.
As soon as the seer touches it, her head snaps back.
The sound of rain.
Somehow, Wednesday knows exactly what this memory is.
“Capri! Test it on me!”
The incantation starts.
Silver chains cut at her skin.
“W-Wednesday…I…”
“Tyler. Let her go. Please. Whatever you want, I will give it. Just let her go.”
“Wednesday, don’t-”
“Checkmate.”
When her head snaps back up, Wednesday stares at Agnes with harsh wide eyes. Ignoring the urge to tumble into unconsciousness from pure exhaustion.
“You’ve had this spellbook the entire time?”
Agnes looks slightly guilty. “Enid told me to take care of it. We didn’t want it falling into the wrong hands at the hospital. And everything after that was such a whirlwind. I had to come back to school, and Enid hasn’t been answering my messages as much as usual, and it just…got lost in the shuffle.
Wednesday scowls and rips open the pages. Latin of course. With hundreds of spells, many which claim to have the ability to take away an outcast’s powers.
“Will this help?” Agnes asks eagerly.
Wednesday clenches her jaw, fighting back another bout of sharp pain in her skull. “I can’t even remember the exact spell.”
She closes her eyes and focuses her powers on the book, only to jerk her hand back seconds later and stumble into the balcony railing.
“Wednesday, your tears…” Agnes knows what the black liquid means.
“My abilities aren’t working.” The seer wipes away the tears in frustration. “It’s like the spell knows I’m close to figuring it out. Like it doesn’t want me to see what truly happened that night.”
Agnes frowns. “Well maybe you just need rest-”
Wednesday marches down the balcony stairs before the vanisher can say anything further. Needing to be alone with her thoughts.
Her footsteps carry her on autopilot into the surrounding woods. The rain is starting to grow heavy, but she hardly notices.
She flips through the book again. Most of the spells seem power specific. Designed to limit, and potentially take away a certain type of outcast’s abilities, like a siren or DaVinici. But even then, none of them seemed certain, as if the spellbook was someone’s test theories rather than a final product.
A quick look at the index tells her there’s no specific spell in it for a seer. Or a hyde. Or a werewolf. So what exactly was the incantation Capri cast?
She strains her mind, but all she gets are blurry images and distorted audio. Even if her memory was fully intact, she had been so focused on Enid, that she may not remember the specific spell anyway.
But why were her psychic abilities failing her when she hadn’t actually lost them? Did she come here for nothing? Is she never going to remember Enid?
She throws the spellbook down in the mud with a huff of anger.
It’s only then that she finally notices where her feet have carried her.
A graveyard.
Not an unfamiliar location, but still an unexpected one.
She stares at the headstone in front of her.
Rosaline Rotwood.
The seer is well aware of the strain on her psychic abilities right now. She can feel her mind fraying at the edges. Yet for some inexplicable reason, this gravestone seems important.
She calls on every last ounce of power she has and reaches out.
Her head snaps back.
She only hears five words.
“I won’t let that happen.”
Wednesday doesn’t remember the rest. But she inherently knows what she was saying. She won’t let Enid be alone.
Not then.
Not now.
She picks up the book from the mud. Wiping the black tears from her eyes and ignoring the agonizing pain in her mind.
She’s close now. She can feel it.
Her legs start to carry her on autopilot once again, back toward the direction of Nevermore. She rips open the book and restarts her frantic search. Thunder rolls in the distance as the rain becomes a downpour. Wednesday doesn’t care though, just continues to flip page by page.
Three quarters into the book, at the bottom of the second page, she finds it.
Lightning illuminates the words.
A spell to take away any outcast’s powers.
She reads through the incantation quickly, and as she does, she knows this is the one Capri used. The Latin words ring out with clarity in her mind now, as if she could hear Capri casting it all over again.
But it’s the very last line that ultimately makes her freeze in her tracks.
Et hoc incantatione... accipio quod tibi plurimi cara est.
And with this spell…I take what you value most.
What you value most.
Every answer falls into place.
Why her abilities are still intact.
Why Tyler had been so knowing during her visit to the county jail.
Why she can’t remember Enid Sinclair.
Wednesday looks up with wide eyes, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she started running back from Rotwood’s grave. Rain continues to pour down around her, but she only notices one thing. One thing right in front of her.
The Nevermore gate.
The same fateful force that caused her to reach for the park bench that night, tugs her into action once more.
Fingers collide with cold metal.
Her head snaps back.
There’s no mind melting pain this time. No flickering of powers.
Just one scene.
A hug.
Her head snaps back up.
No black tears fall.
“Wednesday!”
Enid Sinclair comes bounding up toward the raven. Still in the pink t-shirt she was wearing when she stumbled across Wednesday’s note earlier that day and jumped in Yoko’s car to drive to Nevermore.
The seer’s back is turned toward her, hand still on the gate.
“Wednesday, are you okay?” The wolf steps closer, trembling from the chill of the rain and the pounding of her own chest.
Wednesday doesn’t turn.
“I…I got your note.” Enid’s voice is hoarse with emotion. “And-And I just want to say that I’m sorry too. As much as I tried, I had no idea how to see things from your point of view. And I shouldn’t have left. And I won’t ever leave again…if you let me stay.”
Not a word. Not a motion.
Enid doesn’t let the silence deter her though.
“Hell, I’ll…even transfer across the country, if that’s what it takes. I’ll always follow you. And I’ll never give up. Because you’re my best friend, Wednesday Addams. And I lo-”
Wednesday finally turns around.
The spellbook falls to the ground.
Enid doesn’t notice though. Nor does she notice the lightning flashing through the sky. Nor the wind whistling through the trees. Nor the rain soaking through her clothes to her skin.
All she notices is brown eyes. Brown eyes that look at her in a way they haven’t looked at her in over two months.
Brown eyes that know.
“You…” Enid is almost too breathless to get the words out. “You remember.”
Don’t wait until it’s too late.
Wednesday takes three quick strides. Reaches out. Then pulls Enid by the collar into a desperate kiss.
Out of sheer instinct, Enid instantly melts into it, grasping at Wednesday’s rainsoaked sweatshirt and pulling her in closer. Chasing the taste of the only thing she’s ever truly wanted in her 20 years of existence.
Wait.
With a sudden, anxious gasp, Enid rips herself back, a wave of doubt creeping in. “D-Do…are y-you sure-”
“Yes.”
Wednesday says it like the vow that it is.
Then tugs the wolf back into another kiss before Enid can question it again.
They kiss in the same place they first hugged all those years ago. Enid cupping Wednesday’s cheeks and swiping her tongue over dark lips. Trying to convince herself this was real.
Meanwhile, Wednesday threads her fingers through soaked blonde hair. Wondering why she had ever run from this moment.
When they pull back for air, the seer quickly grasps Enid’s face in her hands to ensure the girl doesn’t go far.
Their foreheads touch.
Their eyes close.
No more waiting.
No more running.
No more wondering why.
“I love you, Enid.”
The whispered words drown out the storm.
With the gentlest of movements, Wednesday traces her fingertips over the scars on the wolf’s cheek. Scars Enid got to save her. Scars she remembers.
“Even when I didn’t remember you. I loved you.”
“Wends,” Enid all but sobs, pulling the seer into the fiercest of hugs and burying her face in her shoulder.
This time, Wednesday doesn’t shoot down the nickname. Only wraps her arms around the wolf and holds her just as tightly. As if she may forget again if she lets go.
She’s not actually afraid of that happening though.
Wednesday Addams could never truly forget Enid Sinclair.
They stand like that for a long time, holding each other like a lifeline.
When the wolf finally pulls back, she grasps the raven’s cheeks.
Brown and blue eyes lock.
Just as they had that first day in Ophelia Hall four years ago.
Just as they had that fateful morning in the hospital two months ago.
Just as they had a thousand times over the years.
But never like this.
“I love you too, Wednesday.” Enid’s tears mix with the rain once more. “I’ve always loved you.”
A flicker passes through the raven’s eyes. A light that the wolf wants to spend the rest of her life chasing. That she will spend the rest of her life chasing.
“I know.”
Enid presses Wednesday against the Nevermore gate then and pours every pent up moment of longing from the last four years into the kiss. Something that Wednesday returns with equal earnestness.
Blunt black nails scrape over the shoulder that was injured that night in Cold Spring, causing Enid to gasp at the memory. The seer uses the opportunity to press that much closer, appreciating the sharpness of the canines against her tongue and the claws against her waist. Appreciating the feeling of finally being whole.
Rain pours.
And Enid remembers.
What it feels like to be seen. To be known. To be loved.
Wednesday remembers too.
Every fight.
Every scar.
Every self-sacrifice.
But there’s really only one thought going through her mind.
Pugsley was right.
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They kick Agnes out of her room that night.
Well, honestly, Agnes volunteers. Her roommate is luckily already away, and her mother is in town. So she decides to go stay at the hotel while the raven and the wolf take their dorm back one last time.
It’s not without some teasing and giggling on Agnes’ end though when Wednesday and Enid finally return hand in hand, drenched from the storm. But really, Agnes is just happy for her friends. No one deserved it more.
Plus, now Pugsley owed her a fair amount of money.
“Ugh, I’m getting too old to sleep on the ground,” Enid grumbles from her spot lying in front of their split window.
“You were the one that suggested this,” Wednesday says blandly.
Enid rolls onto her side, and smiles at the girl next to her. “Yeah, I did.”
Wednesday raises an eyebrow and turns on her side as well. She shifts so the large black blanket Agnes had loaned them covers Enid’s shoulders more fully. Not wanting the wolf to be cold after their time in the rain.
Enid just smiles softly and reaches out to grasp Wednesday’s hand. “How did you do it?”
The seer understands the question. “I found the spell Capri cast.”
“Ugh, I should’ve had Agnes give the book to you sooner.”
Wednesday shakes her head. “It wouldn’t have helped any earlier. I had to be…ready.”
Enid nods in understanding. “So what was the spell? Clearly it didn’t take away your powers.”
“Et hoc incantatione... accipio quod tibi plurimi cara est.”
“Uh, come again?”
“And with this spell…I take what you value most.” Wednesday breathes deeply before concluding. “Which Capri assumed to be our powers.”
Enid’s heart stutters at the implication. “You…I’m…?”
Wednesday nods shyly in confirmation. As if it would be anything else.
Enid swallows thickly and looks down at their intertwined hands. How had she ever doubted Wednesday cared for her? Even in memory loss, she was still the seer’s only exception.
“God, I…but you shed so many black tears that night. And you-you flatlined.”
“Yes. Though as my grandmother stated, if my psychic abilities were truly taken, they would not have been able to restore them. So I believe what you saw that night was my powers fighting back.”
“Fighting back?”
“Against the spell. They…did not want me to forget about you.”
Wednesday had only formed this theory in the last few hours. But it made perfect sense. It was why her head always ached at any memory of the wolf that came to the surface. It was why her powers overloaded so easily trying to use them in the dorm earlier. It was why she had nearly died that day in the hospital.
“Wednesday…” Silent tears run down Enid’s cheeks now.
The seer reaches out and swipes them away. “Unfortunately, the spell was stronger. Until I touched the gate. Until I saw us. Then it broke.”
“Wends, that’s…” Enid tightens her grip on the seer’s hand. Beautiful doesn’t seem like the proper term for the moment, but it made the wolf’s heart soar to think Wednesday’s powers would fight for her, for them. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
A flicker of incredulity passes through the raven’s eyes. “Speaking from experience I see.”
“Ha, no. My powers aren’t that strong.”
Wednesday tilts head. “Then how did you break out of the silver chains?”
“I…” Enid frowns a bit. She honestly hadn’t thought about it since then. “I don’t know. I just…needed to save you.”
You are my pack, Wednesday.
“Indelible,” the raven mutters, almost to herself.
The blonde can’t help but give a watery chuckle. “Yoko doesn’t know what that means.”
“Her vocabulary is quite poor for a sixty year old.”
“Wends!” Enid laughs, shoving the seer lightly.
“I’m only stating facts,” the raven mumbles in mild amusement.
Enid rolls her eyes and looks around their old dorm again. It felt fitting to be back here for this moment. This was where her life truly began.
“Do you remember when we first met?” The wolf instantly winces. “Sorry, kinda bad timing on that question.”
Wednesday is unbothered. “I remember thinking color had vomited over this room.”
“And I remember thinking that dress you wore was a fashion emergency.”
“And I remember you playing and dancing to that awful music.”
“And I remember you keeping the entire school awake on night one with your cello.”
A flash of mirth runs through the seer’s eyes as she looks over at the wolf.
Same room. Same argument. Four years later.
Only everything had changed.
“I never thought we’d make it here though,” Enid says quietly, running a finger over a scar on the raven’s arm that she had sewn up herself mere months ago.
Wednesday doesn’t respond. She never thought so either.
“So…stay with me at NYU?” The wolf asks hopefully.
The seer raises an eyebrow. “I suppose that’s acceptable.”
“You could always room with Barclay,” Enid teases knowingly.
“I’d rather perform a self autopsy.”
Enid laughs loudly, and Wednesday can’t help the joy that crosses her own features in the form of shining eyes and slightly upturned lips.
The werewolf was truly radiant.
An easy silence falls over them, the only sound being the pattering of rain against the window.
“You know…” Enid says seriously after a while. “If that spell had hit me, I would’ve forgotten you.”
The seer’s stomach knots at the very idea. “What a detestable possibility.”
The wolf smiles ruefully. “I think we would’ve figured it out though. We always do.”
“Because of your quiet strength,” Wednesday murmurs, recalling the stark memory that had only returned to her hours prior. Years later, and the statement still held true.
Enid’s heart melts at the reference. “And your fearlessness.”
The seer’s eyes flit. “I was not fearless these last two months.”
“Wednesday.” The wolf puts her hand on the seer’s cheek to catch her gaze. “You took that spell for me. You came back to NYU even though I know you didn’t want to. You wrote me that letter. And you came here looking for answers despite the possibility you may never find them. If that’s not fearlessness, I don’t know what is.”
Wednesday simply stares back into blue eyes.
Four years suddenly doesn’t seem like enough time.
Neither does forever.
Eventually Wednesday rolls onto her back in her usual corpse-like position. Yet she stays close to the other girl, allowing Enid’s fingers to interlace with her own once more.
The wolf smiles and nuzzles closer, eyes starting to droop shut.
“Enid?”
“Mmm?” the blonde looks up sleepily.
“I did want things with Tyler to be different.”
That wakes Enid up fully. “What?”
Brown eyes capture blue ones once more. “I wanted it to be you.”
Enid can only kiss Wednesday again then. There on their old dorm room floor. Where everything started all those years ago.
But not where it ended. Not for them.
When Enid finally pulls away, she rests her head against Wednesday’s shoulder. Laying her arm across the seer’s torso.
Wednesday tightens her grip on the wolf. Just a bit.
The rain has stopped.
Moonlight shines through the window.
“Goodnight, Wednesday.”
“Goodnight, Enid.”