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Spring break is always the hardest.
This is the one that Enid can’t make excuses for.
Wednesday dreads it as much as her girlfriend does.
If she could, Wednesday would snatch Enid from her parents and never give her back. But apparently that’s “not okay” and “against the law”. Wednesday thinks those are weak reasons, but she complies nonetheless.
Sometimes she wishes that she didn’t.
Like when Enid came back from their first break apart with a bandage on her forearm. When Wednesday asked, Enid smiled weakly and said not to worry about it. Wednesday still worried.
Later, Wednesday walked in on Enid taking off the bandage to reveal a gash, one that could only be caused by werewolf claws.
A rush of fury came over Wednesday, but she pushed it down for Enid’s sake. Instead, she walked over and helped Enid re-bandage it. She didn’t ask any questions, and Enid provided no answers.
It was easy for Wednesday to connect the dots. Enid dreading going home for the holidays. Her coming back with werewolf scratch marks.
Wednesday started a disliking for Enid’s parents quite early on.
It’s been a couple of years since then, Wednesday and Enid being in their last year at Nevermore.
And every break she doesn’t go to the Addams’, Enid comes back with more scars.
They heal quickly. They’re meant to. And they fade so much that you couldn’t tell they were there unless you looked. But Wednesday does look. And she can see the overlapping scratches and claw marks on Enid’s arms, her shoulders, her back.
Even sometimes her face.
It makes Wednesday furious. It makes her want to fight. It makes her want to kill something. It makes her want to kill some one .
But most of all it makes her want to be gentle with Enid. Show her the soft loving that no one ever gave her.
Sometimes Enid cries into Wednesday’s hoodie at night, when they’re curled up in her bed. Sometimes she mumbles broken sentences about not being good enough for her parents. Wednesday hugs her tighter than she has hugged anyone else in her life.
This spring break was the hardest yet, Wednesday thinks.
She wonders how many Enid has this time.
Every year she hopes it’s zero, but it never is. And this time she can’t even hope, because she knows it isn’t zero.
Early in the break, Enid had gotten in trouble for calling Wednesday for too long, and Wednesday had heard it all.
Usually the sound of crying and whimpering is something Wednesday enjoys.
Not those from her lover.
Wednesday shakes her head to clear her mind. She shouldn’t think of that now. Not when Enid could be here any moment.
Wednesday stands from her bed. She brushes make-believe dust off of her long skirt. Her hands can’t stay still.
As much as she’s afraid for the state that Enid is in, Wednesday can’t wait to see her girlfriend again. She can’t wait to see her in person, after forever (two weeks).
Wednesday paces her side of the room, never crossing to Enid’s. She can’t handle the ghost of her warmth that lives there now. She needs to wait.
Just as Wednesday starts her fifth pace around her desk, she hears footsteps outside the room. She stills, heart racing in her throat.
The door opens, and as Wednesday had hoped, it’s Enid. Her wonderful, beautiful, perfect girlfriend, Enid.
Enid’s face breaks into a bright smile when she sees Wednesday. She drops her bag and runs over to her. She wraps Wednesday into a hug, and Wednesday all but soaks in her warmth.
“ΦΕΓΓΑΡΙ μου!” Enid laughs into Wednesday’s hair, let down just for her. She always loves it when Wednesday leaves her hair down.
Wednesday squishes her face into the crook of Enid’s neck, allowing her to feel the rise in heat in her cheeks. She always gets embarrassingly flustered when Enid speaks Greek, especially when she calls her what she just did, “ my moon ”. It makes Wednesday feel spiders in her stomach.
“Hola, mi sol.” Wednesday replies, earning a tight squeeze from her girlfriend.
“God, I missed you.” Enid sighs. She pulls back enough to see Wednesday’s face. She cups her cheeks with her hands. “You’re so pretty. I love you.”
Wednesday doesn’t fight a smile. Enid is the only one that can make her like this.
“I love you too.”
Enid’s smile wavers slightly. Wednesday knows why.
“Can I see them?”
Enid’s smile turns into a frown. She lets out a shuddered breath.
“Yeah.”
Enid goes to grab her bag and shut the door, then comes over to where Wednesday has sat on her bed.
Enid lifts up her shirt halfway, and Wednesday can see three slash marks that have just barely scarred over. She reaches out a hand and brushes her fingers gently over them, and Enid’s body tenses before relaxing.
“Are there any more?” Wednesday asks. She really doesn’t want to know. Enid pulls her shirt back down and pushes back her hair. There’s a single scratch mark under her ear that goes to the back of her neck. This scar is paler. It must be the one Wednesday witnessed.
Wednesday takes Enid’s head in her hands and presses a kiss to her scar.
Enid faces her again, and Wednesday takes her hands in her own. She lifts them up to her lips, pressing a long kiss to each set of knuckles, leaving dark lipstick residue. Enid’s smile is wet, tears welling up in her eyes.
“You’re too sweet, Willa.”
“I’m afraid you’ve been rubbing off on me, amor.” Wednesday runs the backs of her fingers across Enid’s cheek, and she leans into the touch.
“Have I told you that I love you?”
Wednesday smiles again. “I don’t know. Maybe you should say it again, just in case.”
Enid smiles. “I love you.”
“I love you .”
Enid brings her hands to Wednesday’s face and pulls her into a kiss.
Wednesday is always shocked at how soft Enid’s lips are, they’re so warm and inviting. Their lips seem to fit perfectly together, and she used to think it was annoying how stupidly familiar it sounded to her mother and father’s love story. Now she adores it.
Wednesday kisses Enid gently, softly, and Enid runs her fingers through Wednesday’s hair.
Wednesday pulls back from the kiss and stares into Enid’s pale blue eyes.
“I love you.” Wednesday whispers, watching as Enid’s pupils dilate the tiniest bit.
“I love you , Willa.”
“I wish I could take you everywhere with me.” Wednesday breathes. She’s said all of it before, but like hell she won’t repeat it. “I wish we never had to be apart.”
Enid brushes Wednesday’s cheeks with her thumbs. “I know. I wish we could be together forever too.”
Wednesday doesn’t want to let Enid go, doesn’t want to let her parents harm her. Wednesday wants to hold her forever and never let her go.
Wednesday has never been so in love before.
“You’re my favorite person.” Wednesday whispers, eyes locked with Enid’s lips. They curl into a smile.
“Yeah, I figured.”
Wednesday pulls Enid into another kiss, this one just as soft.
Wednesday hates how much Enid makes her feel. She despises how gentle she makes her. Wednesday wants to be able to be cold and calculating, but Enid makes her stupid and soft. Wednesday doesn’t want to hate Enid’s parents as much as she does, but of course she has to. Because Wednesday loves Enid. And anyone who dares hurt the one Wednesday loves should’ve started counting their days years ago.
Wednesday moves her lips to press a gentle kiss to Enid’s cheek, one she brushes over with her thumb.
“You’re perfect.” Wednesday whispers. “I love you.”
Enid smiles, her eyes scrunching with it. “I love you .”
Enid presses kisses to Wednesday’s lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, everywhere on her face. Wednesday lets her, she knows Enid loves giving physical affection, and she secretly loves receiving it.
In her head, she vows. She vows that if Enid’s parents lay a single claw on her again…
Well, Wednesday doesn’t have a walk-in closet full of machetes at home for nothing.