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It was an unspoken knowledge that during the time that you have yet to meet your other half, your world is set on default - monochrome.
Black, white and gray. They come in different shades and in contrasting intensities, for Wednesday Addams, this was the norm.
Society had set out what you are to be once you meet the other, many spoke about the feeling of immense joy upon seeing the world around them in a different light - literally. Some were baffled, did not notice a thing until time has passed and colours started to phase in their surroundings. Those who notice on the right time, the right person, they lived on together as a complete pair.
Either way, they said that you will be happy. To find the half of your soul was to be the best and most notable thing to happen in your short and miserable life.
But Wednesday thinks otherwise.
The girl doesn't see the need to change her views on the world, nor does she expect it to change any time soon. Her world was set by herself, fixing it to stay that way - dark, depressing, and in black and white lenses.
Wednesday would never let anyone change her, she is one to make her own rules, her plans - everything.
She was not disappointed with her case study with Joel during camp, as she already knew that it was not the connection people strive to seek. It was more of a spur-in-the-moment decision, whereas Wednesday felt like doing it for the sake of knowing what it feels like.
And it was still terrible.
If you exclude the part where the lad felt genuinely terrified of her, it felt satisfying to drawl the boy's interest and contort it into terror. He ran away, of course.
Aside from that, Wednesday had yet to encounter any other pitiful person who had the courage to pursue their attraction to her. But in actuality she simply scared them off before one could even confess their undying love for her.
Do note the sarcasm.
Her parents were disgustingly affectionate, they could see the world that way due to them being perfect halves. They told her that her hair was dark, like her mother - eyes deep and dead-like. A spitting image of a younger Morticia, they said. But Wednesday did not seem to like that.
Because it implied that she too, would meet someone like her father. Not that it was a bad thing, but for her - it'd be the end of her imperfect view and standpoint of how her world is.
Ahem.
Now, where were we?
In the hallways of the dorm areas of her new school, tagged along by her parents and the Headmistress. Wednesday was already dreading the process. The older woman smiled and spoke up.
"Now, let's meet your roommate, shall we?"
That one line should be fairly normal for any situation and any given context, but the moment the Headmistress had turned the doorknob - Wednesday felt like the pit in her stomach was filled completely with spiders. Her skin felt like they were being pricked by needles as the door fully opened.
Her eyes widnened. Mouth slightly agape but not noticable as she quickly shut them, but her eyes could not lie.
She couldn't count how many of them she could see, let alone name -
The multi-colored window that resembles something closely of what you could see in a church, there was the green fabric draped over to one of the walls - orange, red, yellow.
Her eyes flickered over to a hauntingly taller figure, she wished she hadn't -
-because it felt like fireworks were set off close to her hearing range, and the spiders increased in quantity.
Blonde, blue, and pink.
Colors.
"This is Miss Enid Sinclair, she will be guiding you through your first day here at Nevermore."
She blinks, the blonde nods - not to her, but to the Headmistress. Their moment of shared eye-contact was cut off as soon as they slipped out of a trance-like state.
"Howdy roomie!"
Wednesday stared at her, as if she was an utterly horrid and weird creature there is to this place.
"Hello, Miss Sinclair."