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“Wednesday, it’s quite cold, huh?” Enid said, holding her girlfriend’s hand. “You barely have any layers, are you okay?” Wednesday turned her head to the bubbly girl.
“I’m fine, thanks for being worried about me,” Wednesday tried to look strong for Enid, and it worked. All the goth was wearing was an oversized black jacket, a white and black shirt with shorts, and black stockings with white stripes at the top. She said she wasn’t cold and that she’s dealt with colder temperatures, though the latter wasn’t a lie, the former was.
Wednesday was cold. Extremely to be exact. She felt like her fingers would be ripped off of her hands. Is this what they call frostbite? Because she didn’t like it.
She and Enid were walking down the street in Jericho. It was unusually quiet, usually, there would be families walking down the street and people going in and out of the only coffee shop in town. But now, there was a low amount of people outside, the windows of buildings were closed and the trees looked gloomy. Well, that was to be expected as it was midwinter.
Wait, she’s getting off-topic.
“Enid,” she said, getting the attention of the said girl. “Can we sit over there?” She asked, pointing to the water fountain. “My legs are starting to hurt.”
“Of course, Willa! Anything for you!”
Enid was so distracted by love that she couldn’t see how her girlfriend was shivering.
They walked over to the water fountain and sat down on the bench that surrounded it. Enid held the girl’s hand to get some warmth, but all she felt was coldness. “Uh, Willa? Are you sure you’re not cold?” She asked.
“I’m fine.”
Enid noticed how the seer’s face turned blue but her cheeks had a red tint. Well, that’s not a good sign. “Willa, do you want my sweater?”
“I’d have to be on my deathbed to wear that disgusting sweater of yours.”
What’s ironic is that Wednesday bought the sweater.
“Ah yes, I should’ve known, my apologies.”
Now Enid was just playing with her. The werewolf let go of the seer’s hand and scooted a bit further from her. Wednesday immediately noticed this and turned her attention to her. “What the hell are you doing?” ‘Come back here and cuddle with me’ were Wednesday’s unspoken words. Enid knew this but did nothing about it.
“You said you’d have to be on your deathbed to wear this disgusting sweater of mine, so I’m assuming you don’t want to be anywhere near me and my disgusting colors, right?”
“I—never said that. You’re putting words in my mouth,” the goth stated, eyes widening a bit.
“Oh well,” the blonde shrugged her shoulders and took out her phone, texting someone. The Addams side-eyed her with the most devilish expression. She certainly wasn’t in the mood for this, and the fact that she was almost dying from hypothermia didn’t make it any better.
Though Wednesday would rather drop dead than beg for her girlfriend to come back and cuddle with her because she’s cold, so being the stubborn girl she is, she sat right where she was. Not moving, and certainly not making eye contact. Eventually, Wednesday took out her phone that Xavier gifted her at the end of last semester and opened it. She was going to press the messages app to text him but ended up dropping her phone with how cold her fingers were.
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. She picked up her phone and just put it back in her pocket. Undoubtedly, that wasn’t going to work. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and tried to warm up.
“Are you going to admit that you’re cold and want my sweater?” Enid asked with a hint of teasing in her voice. The seer eyed her.
“Over my dead body.”
The she-wolf shrugged again. “Suit yourself,” she put her phone back into her pocket and got up. “I’m going back, I want hot chocolate and I doubt the coffee shop has some,” she looked back at her girlfriend. “You can stay here and enjoy the cold since you’re not cold, have fun.”
Enid waved and started walking but was then interrupted by a short girl hugging her from behind.
“Wait.”
Enid hummed.
“I—um, might need your sweater…I’m a little cold.”
Enid smiled big and took off her sweater without any hesitation and gave it to Wednesday, even helping her put it on. “Ah, you look so cute in my sweater, Willa!” The blonde giggled. She noticed the death glare she was getting and laughed awkwardly. She grabbed her hand and started walking in the direction of Nevermore. “You know, you could’ve just said you were cold from the start and we would’ve gone back and grabbed some extra layers for you, but no, you decided to be a pain in the ass and went through all this trouble.”
Enid looked at the shorter girl, who was looking down at the ground as she walked. “Why did you anyway?”
Though Wednesday looked like she was staring off into space, she replied immediately. “I didn’t want to be seen as weak, especially not by you. Sorry.”
Enid stopped. “Oh, Wednesday!” She said, pulling the girl into a hug, who involuntarily hugged back. “I would never think you’re weak just because of some silly temperatures! Being cold is normal. I would rather have you admit it than have hypothermia and die on the spot.”
“Uh, I don’t think dying on the spot is—“
“You’re never weak, Willa! You’re strong and brave. Remember when the murders first happened? You went head first into the investigation and found information and evidence that no police officer would have ever found! If you didn’t come to Nevermore, we would’ve had our knees buckling from each murder. But, you saved us, Jericho, and Nevermore. And we are forever grateful for that.”
Enid kissed Wednesday. This time, it didn’t have any ulterior motives, and she certainly wasn’t going to have a vision about the person she was kissing. Because she’s kissing the one she loves. Enid Sinclair. Her lover. Her girlfriend.
“Thank you, Enid. I—I needed that.”
Enid smiled and nodded, continuing to walk hand in hand. “I’m sure Principle Weems would say the same.”
She wouldn’t.
“She would.”