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I am Malenia Blade of Miquella,

And I've never known defeat.

Sounds of swords clashing,  the sickening noise of flesh being sliced, and the crimson spray of blood splattering in all directions.

This woman, her eyes.. rotten. Her skin, a deathly pallor, appeared even whiter than the brightest sun. And cascading down her shoulders was her hair, a deep, vibrant shade of red that resembled the color of fresh blood

"I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold... and my blood, rotted."

You jumped up. That same dream again. They stopped a few months ago when you trained your brain so hard to forget HER. Focus on your own happiness, focus on how much your brother loves you, how he fought his own father to keep you safe. That used to fix it... for a few times. Until Wednesday happened.

You kept your demon inside you as you lived. Focusing more on whatever happy moments you get in your life

Trying to forget the traumas

The memories of that dreadful night are fragments, mere flashes that haunt your mind. One moment, your mother's gentle voice was lulling you to sleep with a bedtime story, the next, your mother was lying lifeless in front of you, She smelled like a beautiful flower, The scarlet rot had tainted her once-vibrant skin with crimson flowers, a haunting juxtaposition of beauty and decay.

Your father came with his shotgun.

"Demon." he cursed, pointing the weapon at you, and you closed your eyes, bracing for the worst. The deafening shot echoed in your ears, mingling with the agonizing scream that followed. When you dared to open your eyes again, you were met with a chilling sight: your brother, bloodied knife in hand, defending you against your own father's aggression.

"Miquella." You heard a woman's voice inside your mind.

"John, son, she killed your mother." your father said.

"It wasn't her..." John whispered before picking you up.

Your brother had already called the police. Your father was arrested and... framed as your mother's murderer. Your brother didn't defend him, you wanted to, but he didn't let you. He had to protect you. That is also why he has to leave you...

"It's all my fault... John.. I." Your brother didn't let you finish the sentence, He hugged you.

"No. It's not your fault. I promised Mom I would take care of you, I promised her I would find whatever the solution is to your condition. Until then... Miss Weems will take care of you."

That is how he left, he had to join the army to get to the places he needed to go, for you, to find anything... anything to get you rid of this curse. He comes to visit you from time to time, he found an ancient book, that had some answers to your questions, and he also found a dress, the dress of the woman you kept seeing in your dream. Then next year, he brought her helmet "Winged helmet made of unalloyed gold.", and next her sword, which wasn't exactly a sword as it was connected with a gauntlet, the sword was however was majestic. "A handblade," he said.

As he prepared for his next journey, his words pierced your heart with a bittersweet plea. "I don't know if I would be able to return from my next journey. I will try my hardest to come back, but I need you to be ready. If any danger finds its way to you, I need you to be brave." Those words were etched into your soul, a constant reminder of the weight you carried in his absence.

Two long years passed without any contact, and the ache of missing him gnawed at your very core. The isolation only deepened, as you feared your uncontrollable powers might hurt those around you, including potential friends. Though Larissa, ever watchful, occasionally checked in on you, the fear of inadvertently causing harm kept you from truly connecting with anyone.

The weeks after your brother's departure were a haze of self-imposed seclusion. Consumed by guilt and an overwhelming sense of responsibility for his safety, you found solace only in the walls of your room. Classes became a mere means to an end, a path that led you back to the confines of your solitude.

Over the course of those two years, amidst the solitude, a glimmer of light emerged in the form of an unexpected friend, Xavier.  He always found you odd, wearing a pair of gloves, never talking to anyone. Determined to draw you out from the shadows, Xavier persistently sought to impress you. Leading you to his secret art shack, You didn't want to follow him at first, but after a thousand requests and pleadings, you finally did. When you were there, you were mesmerized by the boy's creativity.

"Why did you bring me here? It's your secret place, isn't it? Why are you showing it to me?"

"Because I want you to trust me, just as you can keep a secret, so can I. You don't have to be alone, you know? I myself am very isolated too. Maybe we can be friends."

That is how the 14-year-old befriended you.

That's how the pleasant memories were created, you slowly opened up to Xavier as he promised you not to tell anyone what your powers were. That's how he ended up in your room. He was captivated by the way the armor that belonged to her looked. It was exhibited in your room elegantly in a glass box, your brother bought an armor stand and kept it neat and clean, as a peace offering to your inner demon, which seemed to keep her at bay. He read the book that your brother brought. It scared him, but not enough to push you away, instead, he felt remorse for the burdens you carried. But he knew you needed memories to focus on so that the demon inside you, would always remain inside. So even if befriending the "shy weird kid" resulted in being ridiculed by others, he is willing to do that.

So these two years weren't that bad, you really put your emotions in control, as well as your powers. You were finally free from the gloves, You were able to touch people without hurting them. The dreams weren't exactly gone, however, they were rare now. You still didn't have many friends except Xavier, Enid sometimes talked to you. But still, you were the outcast of the outcasts. Until Wednesday Addams arrived...

There were rumors about murders in the woods, possibly bear attacks... Then you overheard Wednesday recounting a chilling tale of a monstrous entity to Larissa and the sheriff after Rowan's mysterious disappearance. However, to your surprise, he returned unscathed just as Wednesday was narrating his death. A peculiar unease gnawed at your mind—did she lie? Your logical brain suggested so, but deep down, your heart already had known that there are things that don't have any explanation at all.  But you chose to stay away from this, you had your own problems to worry about. Problems that are much much more destructible than a monster in the woods. You had to take care of that.

That's how Wednesday first saw you, in Larissa's office.

"I'll be keeping my eye on you. No doubt you'll find something that tickles your fancy."

"The last person who tickled me lost a finger."

She walked away just as you entered, not even giving you a single glance as if you were invisible.

But she stopped when you started talking to Weems.

"Larissa, Ms Thornil said you wanted to talk to me."

"Larissa"? You call her by her name, hmm... Since Weems isn't willing to let any information slide, perhaps you could. So she decided to listen to the conversation hiding beside the door,

"I have heard you have made quite some progress in class, your grades have increased significantly. The dark circles that used to reside under your eyes are now gone, I suppose you are getting sound sleep now?"

"Yeah, I guess. The nightmares are a rare event for me now."

"Good, so how are things with Mr Thorpe?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I noticed you spend quite a lot of time with the artist. I can't help wondering if..."

"No.. no... I mean, he's brilliant, and we are friends, I mean he is my only friend. But No."

"Forgive me. I was just being curious."

"What did you want to ask me, Larissa?"

She sighed. "Right..so.. this box arrived on my doorstep yesterday. However, it was not for me, it was for you."

"For me? Who sent it? Was it John?" you asked hoping to finally get any news on your brother.

"I don’t know. There was no name. I however had to open it... because I.."

"Larissa. It's okay. I understand; you had to be sure if it was safe for me." You've always known her. She and your brother always wanted the best for you.

She smiled.

She opened it and gave the box to you.

A broken gold needle, Snapped in half.

"I don't know what this is."

"Neither do I, but it is related to you. Do you want to keep it along with your other artefacts? Or should I keep it safe somewhere else?"

You felt this feeling that you knew from your childhood as you looked at the needle.

Fear.

"Keep it to yourself for now. I should not touch it until I actually know the use of it."

"Okay Y/N"

"So "Y/n" that's what your name is," Wednesday thinks she might have the perfect use for you in her life as she makes a brilliant plan to solve the mysteries of Nevermore.

Corpse after corpse, left in my wake.
As I awaited... his return.

Startled awake by the cacophony of terrified screams of students that pierced the air, you bolted upright from your slumber. The disconcerting noise echoed through the dormitory, urging you into immediate action. Hastily, you rushed towards the balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of the source of the commotion.

And there he stood, an ominous figure draped in a tattered cloak, his face distorted and aged beyond comprehension. The unsettling sight of the old man, with his peculiar top hat and gnarled staff, sent a chill down your spine. His malevolent gaze locked onto you, and in an instant, he bellowed with a voice that seemed to resonate from the depths of despair.

"I will expunge you abominations from this EARTH!"

On your journey to becoming more approachable, the bench under a maple tree became your place near the quad to spend your free time.

This tranquil spot became your sanctuary, where you sought refuge during your free time. With a book often cradled in your hands, you observed the bustling students as they chatted and played, Enid occasionally joining you for brief moments. However, you made a conscious effort not to grow too attached to her, fearing that your inner demon might inadvertently harm those close to you. However today you were alone as you wanted to be, you needed to read the book again, to find any information about the gold needle.

While your mind was taken by the horrifying contents of The Lands Between, Lost in the grim passages, you remained oblivious to the presence of another soul drawing near. A gentle shadow cast over you, and when you looked up, there she stood: the braided girl. The sun's rays danced upon her, creating a radiant halo around her form, and without glimpsing the specifics of her features, your heart seemed to halt for an instant.

"Would you mind if I sit here?"

Trying to collect your thoughts, you hesitated for a moment before giving her a soft smile,

"Of course, you can sit here." You said as you moved a little to give her more than enough space. She took the place beside you and got her own book out and started reading. Minutes ticked by in companionable silence, the stillness of the moment punctuated only by the faint rustling of pages turning and students chattering. you never thought you would be bothered by tranquillity. You glanced a little to her as you saw her occupied by her book, You shifted a bit away from Wednesday, the fear of touch coming back to you as you wanted your gloves back again.

"You aren't like the other students." She broke the silence, You look at her, her eyes still on her book.

"What do you mean?"

"Unlike the other students, you don't seem to crave attention. You seem to be a quiet one."

"I suppose I've always been more comfortable observing from the sidelines," you replied, offering a small smile. "The noise and attention can be overwhelming sometimes."

Wednesday glanced up from her book, her striking eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the pages. "I can understand that," she said softly. "Sometimes, it's easier to navigate the world when you're not constantly in the spotlight."

You nodded, feeling a sense of understanding between the two of you. There was something oddly comforting about the way she spoke. Perhaps it was the sincerity in her voice or the calm aura she exuded. You found yourself wanting to know more about her, even though you had just met. As the conversation continued, Wednesday skillfully steered it towards your interests and activities on campus, subtly asking about the classes you took, the people you associated with, and the places you frequented.  it all felt like harmless small talk. For now...

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself drawn deeper into Wednesday Addams' enigmatic world. What had begun as small talks soon blossomed into moments spent together, seeking refuge in the library's shadowy corners or the solitude of quiet nooks around the campus. In her company, you discovered a unique solace, unlike any other friendship you had known before. Wednesday, with her mastery of morbid tales and dark secrets, had a way of delving into the most haunting memories and embracing the most macabre thoughts with an uncanny sense of ease. Her willingness to share her own past, including stories of her old pet scorpion Nero, only deepened the connection between you. As the whispers of mysterious murders echoed through Nevermore Academy, your inner turmoil intensified. The increasing danger surrounding the school made you apprehensive that Wednesday might suspect you or, worse yet, fear you. The thought of losing this newfound companionship terrified you, and so you kept your own secrets tightly locked away, shielding them from Wednesday. She had her investigation to worry about.

Every moment spent with Wednesday became a constant need for you, and slowly, you found yourself falling for her. You were drawn to her emotionless raven-black eyes, captivated by her devilish smile whenever she talked about her mischiefs. The curiosity that sparkled in her eyes whenever she led you into the very woods you were afraid of, yet you followed without hesitation, simply because it was for her. Your heart fluttered with each shared adventure.

One week before the Raven, you decided to take a leap of faith and confess your feelings to her. It was a daunting task, for you feared that you might ruin the beautiful friendship you had with her. But you needed to know, to understand if there was a chance for something more. So, with butterflies in your stomach, you poured your heart out to her, laying bare your emotions, your vulnerability, and your desire to be more than just friends, a single test, for you to be free enough to finally trust her with your darkness and as life never goes how you expect it to be,

Wednesday accepted your invitation to the Raven, indicating that she was willing to give you a try. Her enigmatic nature made it difficult to gauge her true feelings, but you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something special between you.

So when she came to you two days later, telling you about her doubt about Xavier, you were stunned. However, she provided enough alibies to back up her claims. But your heart still couldn't believe that Xavier could even do any of those things. So to at least prove his innocence to her, you provided what she needed. You were so blinded by your feelings about Wednesday, you couldn't see the importance of a friend's secret. So you showed her his Art Shack's location. You were sure that Wednesday would not find anything to put any blame on Xavier, however when you entered his shack, you weren't so sure anymore, There were paintings of a monster. You read about this monster in your book about The Lands Between. A Hyde.

"I supposed every artist needs a muse." She said picking up some more drawings.

"This is the monster that killed Rowan, Y/n. This is what I saw there." She told you.

"Xavier, you just became that much more interesting," she said.

"Let's go, Y/n," Wednesday urged, trying to take your hand and move you from the shack.

However, you remained rooted to the spot, your eyes locked on the haunting painting. Wednesday noticed the look of fear in your eyes, a look she had often seen in the eyes of her previous victims at her previous school. Strangely, she didn't find this particular reaction as satisfying as she usually did. Instead, she felt uneasy seeing the fear in your eyes. She herself couldn't understand why. So she took her focus onto what really scared you. Following your eyes, she saw another painting.

This one wasn't a monster, it was just a woman, an armored brown dress, a golden winged helmet and a long sword tainted by blood as if it was used to slaughter thousands. She stood with a menacing aura, surrounded by what appeared to be blood and crimson flowers. The sight intrigued Wednesday, stirring her curiosity about the woman in the painting. However, she knew that she had more pressing matters to attend to. So she dragged you out of there.

Xavier noticed your sudden friendship with the dark girl. A few days later, he confronted you about it.

"I guess you found a new best friend," he remarked with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"What do you mean? You are my best friend, you always were and always will be," you replied, trying to reassure him.

"But you seem to prefer spending more time with her. You don't even come to my art shack anymore. I even asked for your help and you didn't come. You kinda missed my surprise for you," he explained, his voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and concern.

Surprise? You wracked your brain, trying to remember the event he mentioned. Then, realization dawned on you. He definitely wanted to show you his painting of HER. He must've drawn it for you.

"Oh, that night last Tuesday... I'm so sorry, Xavier. I had some urgent work to do, and I couldn't make it. I meant to tell you but..."

You will come with me to find some important clues in the woods. Wednesday's voice echoed through your mind.

"You never asked why I needed your help," he interrupted gently, his eyes searching for an explanation.

You shifted uncomfortably, knowing that the truth might hurt him.

"I had something else on my mind," you offered vaguely.

Xavier peered into your eyes, sensing that there was more to your story than you were letting on. "You don't have to lie, you know?" he said softly. "I thought we were best friends, that we could share everything."

Guilt washed over you as you struggled to find the right words. You were torn between keeping Wednesday's secret and being honest with Xavier. But the weight of Wednesday's trust weighed heavily on your conscience, and you couldn't bear to betray her.

Before you could respond, Xavier continued, his tone tinged with concern. "She's using you, Y/n. Wednesday isn't the type of girl to have genuine feelings for anyone. She's just using you for her investigation into the murders in the woods. She's even delusional enough to think I might be the killer."

His words left you stunned and confused. You knew deep down in your heart that Xavier couldn't be the killer, then why weren't you defending him against Wednesday?

"Y/n.. do you think I am the killer?"

"No... I would never. Look, Xavier... I am not feeling good right now... I should go. We can talk later... Right?"

He sighed.

"Okay. Take care of yourself, Y/n."

As you walked hurriedly, a torrent of emotions swirled within you, leaving you unsure whose words to trust. Regret for Xavier weighed heavily on your heart, yet an inexplicable need to have faith in Wednesday tugged at your soul. In just a few short weeks, Wednesday had ignited emotions within you that you had never known before. The urgency to talk to her grew, hoping that you could somehow convince her of Xavier's innocence. So you walked towards her room to find her, feeling both anxious and determined. You had never ventured into her room, just as she had never visited yours, but you knew she shared the room with Enid, and pretty much everyone knew where Enid resided. As you traversed the campus, a sense of foreboding gnawed at your mind, tempting you to turn back and abandon your pursuit. The fear of how Wednesday might react to your opposition paralyzed you, and you hesitated. However, fate intervened, as you found her dorm door wide open – Enid's bad habit exposed. Although you aren't the overhearing type, you always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,

From inside, you could hear Enid's voice, tinged with anger, and you hesitated outside the door. Wednesday was looking at a large board,

Thick red strings crisscrossed the board, connecting disparate elements with eerie precision. It was as if you were witnessing the inner workings of her uncanny mind, an intricate dance of thoughts and deductions. Different photos reside there, houses like Xavier's Shack, The Gates Mansion and some other places. You recognized some of them as crime scenes. There were also Xavier, Larissa, Rowan, and Sherrif Galpin however one photo piqued your interest... Your photo,

Why was Wednesday relating you to her investigation? Curiosity warred with guilt as you felt like you were trespassing on their secrets, yet you couldn't help but eavesdrop for your own sake.

"You can't just play with her feelings, Wednesday. I don't even know her, but even I feel bad about what you are doing to her," Enid's voice carried concern and frustration.

"There is a lot at stake here, I am trying to save people's life too, Even though I like the idea of death by a Hyde however countless others don't. Her single life can't be worth more than the hundreds my investigation will save, I am merely putting her in danger, just using her connection to Principle Weems and Xavier." Wednesday's reply was cool and calculated

"Why would you... Ugh, whatever. But then why would you accept her confession if you don't even feel the same? It is wrong, Wednesday," Enid pressed further.

"I had to accept otherwise she wouldn't have helped me in finding this critical intel about Xavier, He is the murderer and I know it, his Alibi checks out with every piece of the puzzle."

"I am not worried about Xavier, I am worried about the lone girl." Enid sighed.

" I will leave her alone once I am done with my investigation."

"So that's it? You are going to leave her after getting her attached to you."

"I am a raven Enid, I don't feel any emotions, not for anyone, Not for her. I simply needed her assistance in my investigations, that's all." Wednesday said without hinting at any tone of emotions, you didn't sense any tone of regret, she simply said it as it was already planned without any hesitation.

As you listened to their conversation, a sense of betrayal washed over you. You had opened your heart to Wednesday, and now it seemed like your feelings were nothing more than tools for her investigation. Tears welled up in your eyes as you quietly stepped away from the open door, feeling vulnerable and hurt. A whirlwind of emotions engulfed you, leaving you unsure of your next move. The web of secrets and lies surrounding Wednesday had ensnared you, and you were left to grapple with the tangled mess of emotions that now filled your heart.

Revelations of that day still haunt you, the sorrow of the sudden betrayal, however, you accepted this as a punishment because you yourself betrayed your first and only friend's trust. Who now is in jail because of you.

And even after all Wednesday did, you couldn't exactly bring yourself to hate her. Now there is a mad wizard on the loose burning down the entire school.

Your fear, Your guilt, Your regret, Your Woe are beneficial for HER.

Maybe it's time, you use them.

You looked at the armor stored in the glass cage in your room.

The sword that belonged to her. Her voice echoed in your ears.

Heed my words.
I am Malenia.
Blade of Miquella.
And I have never known defeat.

Wednesday cherished her solitude like a precious gem, a sanctuary of peace and contentment that she could never fathom relinquishing for anyone. Unlike the average human beings who thrived on social connections, she found solace in the embrace of isolation, finding happiness in the silence that accompanied her self-imposed detachment.

She saw herself as a fortress, distanced from the tumultuous emotions of the outside. She had no thirst for the complexities that lay beyond her self-imposed boundaries. Her vulnerability, a rare treasure, she revealed only to her family on rare occasions, akin to the bloom of a precious flower that remained hidden within the confines of an impenetrable fortress

With each passing day, Wednesday fortified the walls surrounding her inner world, raising them to towering heights, casting a shadow that obscured the warmth of the sun. The wooden spikes surrounding her island acted as a chilling reminder to anyone foolish enough to venture near – an unwelcome invitation to impale their desires on the sharp edges of her defenses.

She never allowed anyone to breach her defenses. Her fortifications stood unyielding, creating an impenetrable barrier between herself and the world. Yet some people would break her defenses to get in,

Enid for example didn't give up on the walls of her fortress until she got through, using Thing as her acquaintance. 

But her well-built defenses were useless when she herself let an intruder get in without any counter. You.

You were a peculiar one, different in a way Wednesday hadn't quite encountered before. As isolated from the emotions of the world as she was, yet you exuded a welcoming warmth that intrigued her. While you could still be classified as an optimist, it was evident that the world had left its mark on you, tearing away something important. It was as if you carried a hidden sorrow beneath your optimistic exterior, a vulnerability that resonated with her own guarded heart.

She didn't understand how you managed to breach her fortress without any effort. Your simple presence seemed to dismantle the walls she had so carefully built, reducing them to mere dust. The spikes that once stood tall as a warning to intruders now felt like remnants of a distant past. You walked freely within her walls, and she allowed it, something she had never done before for anyone.

The emotions that stirred within Wednesday were unfamiliar and unsettling. She was accustomed to controlling her feelings with an iron will, but you, with your gentle presence, had managed to awaken a softness within her that she had long suppressed.

As you walked beside her in the woods, searching for more clues about the Hyde, she couldn't help but wonder about the feelings that resided in her chest. She never asked for these emotions, nor did she desire your emotions, so why did her heart accept them when you offered them to her? Perhaps it was due to your significance in her investigation; using people for her interests wasn't a new concept to her. But despite that, she couldn't shake the guilt she felt for using you in such a way.

The sudden realization hit her like a truck—did she harbor these feelings for you as well? No, she couldn't afford such vulnerability. No, she is a raven, A promise she made to herself, she won't be like her mother, She won't fall for these treacherous feeling that only makes one vulnerable. 

Yet, as she gazed at your photo on the detective board, red strings connecting it to Xavier's and Weems, she couldn't help but ponder the invisible string that seemed to be forming, connecting her heart to yours. Was it possible that amidst the shadows of her heart, there was a flicker of something more? A longing to explore the uncharted territories of her own emotions, guided by the faint glimmer of your presence?

Wednesday pushed those thoughts away, burying them deep within the confines of her fortress. She couldn't allow herself to be swayed by sentimentality; emotions only led to weakness and vulnerability. Her resolve was steadfast, and she would not succumb to the pull of her heart, even if it meant keeping you at a distance. She reminded herself sternly, you were merely a pawn in her quest to complete the puzzle of the investigation.

"You can't just play with her feelings, Wednesday. I don't even know her, but even I feel bad about what you are doing to her," 

Wednesday told herself she will never feel any emotion for anyone in her life. She had fought many external threats in her life, but she never fought any internal conflict within her. Her rational mind told her that her actions were justified for the sake of the investigation. Lives were at stake, and her pursuit of truth and justice demanded sacrifices.

"There is a lot at stake here, I am trying to save people's life too, Even though I like the idea of death by a Hyde however countless others don't. Her single life can't be worth more than the hundreds my investigation will save, I am merely putting her in danger, just using her connection to Principle Weems and Xavier." So why did she feel a sting in her heart thinking about your absence forever from her life?

"Why would you... Ugh, whatever. But then why would you accept her confession if you don't even feel the same? It is wrong, Wednesday," Enid pressed further.

She could've given you a simple no, you were probably expecting that. But why didn't she do that? She told herself that it was for the sake of the investigation, you couldn't be distracted by the sorrow of rejection from her.

"I had to accept otherwise she wouldn't have helped me in finding this critical intel about Xavier, He is the murderer and I know it, his Alibi checks out with every piece of the puzzle." She said plainly. 

"I am not worried about Xavier, I am worried about the lone girl." Enid sighed.

Even if the idea of seeing you hurt gives this feeling that she only felt when her pet Nero died to her heart, she had to hurt you a little, to prevent you from getting hurt more from her own darkness. 

" I will leave her alone once I am done with my investigation," she said looking back at your photo on the board. 

"So that's it? You are going to leave her after getting her attached to you."

Wednesday turned around ever so fast.

"I am a raven Enid, I don't feel any emotions, not for anyone, Not for her. I simply needed her assistance in my investigations, that's all" She said gritting her teeth.  She felt Thing shaking her toes, tapping violently. 

"What is it?" She asked looking down, Thing pointed at the door, Which was open. A sudden rush of panic surged through her, propelling her towards the door. As she peered down the stairs, she caught a glimpse of you walking hurriedly, wiping your eyes.

She sighed. Your need in her investigation was done, So why did her heart feel dread at the thought of you knowing the truth?

As Thing forced her into attending the RAVEN with Tyler, Wednesday's eyes instinctively scanned the crowd, searching for you amidst the sea of faces. Perhaps she could use this opportunity to talk to you, though she told herself it was solely for the investigation, she could convince you to help her as a friend. But then she realized, you yourself were an outcast within the outcasts just like her. The chances of you getting asked by someone or asking someone to RAVEN were probably close to none.  Enid bounded up to her, bubbling with excitement. 
"O-M-G, I love the look! I can't believe you actually showed up."
"Neither can I," Wednesday muttered, her disdain evident.
"I thought you would've come with Y/n, but I guess I overestimated your taste," Enid said, glancing at Tyler who was talking to Thornhill, giving him an unimpressed look.
“I could say the same.” she drawled, sending Lucas a pointed look. 
"It's not what it looks like." "Good, because that pilgrim already has two strikes in my book."
"Lucas is trying to make his ex jealous, I am trying to make Ajax jealous. It's a win-win."
"Wednesday, I come in peace." Lucas smiled and greeted her.
"That's a shame, I brought my pocket mace." Lucas's face fell. "The medieval kind." As Enid left, Xavier approached, drawing Wednesday's attention. 
"Can't believe you brought him," he said with a hint of disappointment.
"Why are you bringing this up? As if this dance wasn't tedious enough."
"Because you don't know what he did to Y/n and me." Wednesday had told herself countless times that she didn't care about you, yet the thought of someone hurting you ignited a fiery protectiveness within her. "Enlighten me."
"I don't know how he is now, but he was much worse two years ago. He and his friends jumped on Y/n, bullying her for being an outcast. I defended her, and they beat me too. He used to blame us outcasts for his own miserable life for years. Only recently has he stopped because he's 'reformed' or some bullshit. But I don’t believe it. People like that rarely change." The revelation of Tyler's violent past simmered in her mind, making him another prime suspect. However, she still had her suspicions about Xavier, who could be lying to divert her attention.
"Your business is your own, Wednesday, but it doesn't give you the right to use other people."
Wednesday knew exactly who he meant.
"I'm not going to apologize for prioritizing my investigation and the safety of everyone in and around Jericho over her, Xavier."
"Then stay away from her. Do whatever your investigation requires you to do, just keep her out of it. She's been through enough already. She doesn't need your memories to haunt her. You don't know what is at stake here."
"Neither do you, so you don't have to tell me what to do and what not to do. You should be busy finding an escape route because I will prove that you are the hyde."
"Sure, go ahead. I'm patiently waiting for the day you realize you were wrong. Would love to see your face then." Xavier smiled as he walked away.

Parent's weekend had arrived, an event that Wednesday found endlessly frustrating. She had never been fond of her parents, and she would have gladly skipped the entire affair if it weren't for the chance to see You, if anyone comes to visit you.  So now she is standing here, with Enid, listening to Principle Weems's speech as she said to look at the positive side of Eugene's near-death experience. 

"On the mend? Try in a coma."
"Have you been to see him? You're his friend."
"I am the reason he is in a coma. "
"That is not your fault, Okay? The monster hasn't attacked anyone in the past week. Maybe you finally scared it off."
Wednesday looked at Xavier "Or Maybe it went into hiding to avoid this weekend."
"Speaking of fault, Maybe you should take care of what is really yours?" Enid said looking at the maple tree you always sat under. You weren't there today, actually, you weren't anywhere today. Enid didn't see you in class since RAVEN.
"I guess I can speak with her, Only because I require more information about Xavier," Wednesday said. Enid smirked,
"Whatever you say Wednesday." She went to her family.

Glad for an excuse to avoid spending time with her clingy family, Wednesday decided to find you. You weren't in your usual spot under your tree, Wednesday didn't know where your dorm room was, So she took it upon herself to find it. 

Just outside of Weem's office, she released Thing.

"Get the room number, I will keep her busy," she instructed the severed hand.
"Principal Weems," Wednesday calls after she knocks once and then proceeds to enter without waiting for a reply.
"Wednesday," Weems sighs when she sees the gloomy girl. "How LOVELY to see you in my office. What can I help you with?"
" I am looking for a certain girl. Her name should be quite familiar to you. Y/n" Weems's expression shifted from friendly to concerned. 
"And why do you wish to meet her?"
"I've already introduced myself to her, and she thinks of me as a friend, However, I haven't quite seen her these past few days. I just wish to check on her." Wednesday lied, though there was an underlying truth to her words. She did genuinely wish to check on you. Weems gets up from her chair and walks to her bureau at the side of the room,
"You cannot visit her, she must remain isolated for a few days until she makes recovery of her condition, her powers are quite harmful and contagious to touch. She has told me that she has a hard time controlling her powers these days, Now before you ask me about her powers which I am sure you would do, Even I do not know, but all I know is its harmful, dangerous and life-threatening, So until she has it under control, do not venture near her room."
Wednesday wondered what your powers really were, however, Wednesday also knows Weems is hiding something, when she is not? If it is really life-threatening she wants to see it herself. Danger always did intrigue her. Thing jumped on top of her shoulder from the roof. She doesn't even need to ask Thing, he always gets his job done when she is around.

Larissa took out a box from the drawers of the bureau, she opened it gazed at the object safely kept in it, A bullet, carefully crafted from the unalloyed gold needle she received earlier. The weight of her responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders as she contemplated the choices she had to make to safeguard the school and its students from harm. A somber expression crossed her face as she envisioned the possibility of causing you pain. Her heart ached at the thought, for she had come to care for you deeply. Yet she knows when the time comes and she would have to hurt you, you wouldn't be you, you would be HER.

"Larissa I haven't feeling quite well these days, The dreams are coming back and I think I should stay away from other students, for their safety." 

You told her that a few days ago, part lie part truth. The dreams really did return, because your focus was too much on your past now. You couldn't sleep for the past two days, the nightmares were much much more terrifying now. As parents' weekend arrived, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow seeing all the other students happily interacting with their families. While you... you destroyed your family. No matter how much your brother consoles you, it is the truth, you ruined your family and sent your brother on a mission to find a cure for you which he must've died for now, as you await his return. You couldn't help taking your book out, The Lands Between, you go through the contents of the book, and your most interesting part.

The ancient language in the book was challenging to decipher, but your brother had taught you some of it. Among the writings, you came across references to the Remembrance of the Rot Goddess,

The paintings weren't in good condition, their colour almost faded, but you could see the outlines of wings and a woman.

The words translated something about a flower blooming three times.

The Flower of Aeonia.

But what did take your most interest was The Waterfowl Dance. A dance of sword so excellent that even the greatest swordsman can't dodge them. Then all of a sudden you felt a pull into the book, and the memories started.

Your room was far away on the opposite side of the castle from Wednesday's dorm. It was quite isolated and Wednesday couldn't help but wonder what your powers really were to keep you in such separation. Right in front of your room, Wednesday peeked down the door to see if you were there or if it was safe for her to enter, when she saw you on the balcony, She knocked on the door. But you didn't open it. Perhaps you couldn't hear her or you knew it was Wednesday who was knocking and decided to ignore her. Either way, Wednesday would use her lockpicking skills. When she entered your room she was taken aback by how organised everything seemed to be, you kept your room clean and neat, But what caught her eyes was the only thing in the room covered by a white cloth, It looked huge box at the side of your room. Though she had the urge to uncover the box to see what it was, she didn't want to violate your privacy any more than she already had.

Stepping behind you and placing her hands on your shoulders, she tried to get your attention, but you remained unresponsive. As she positioned herself in front of you, she noticed your eyes were completely black, and you seemed as though you were in a trance, as if possessed by another entity. And for the first time ever, Wednesday felt the very feeling she never thought she would, she felt fear, of losing you.

Roars much fiercer than a lion, A towering man stood before you,. wearing a heavy armor that resembled a lion.  You heard HER voice calling his name.

"Starcourage Radahn." 

And as you get up, picking your sword attached to a prosthetic hand up, tightening it back in your shoulder, he patiently waits for you to get ready for battle, a formidable respectful opponent. When you were ready he finally picked up both of his heavy swords as he made the very earth shake, rocks defy gravity. You sprint towards him as he slashes his sword cutting off your prosthetic hand again, but this time you grab your sword by your other hand as it flies, jumping ever so high and stabbing Radhan's chest as you fall on top of him, using the other end of your sword you stabbed your shoulder, letting your rotten blood get inside him. 

"The Scarlet Rot will bloom flower again," you heard her whisper as a giant flower bloomed around both of you and explodes, sending the scarlet rot to the whole world, consuming the living, destroying the lives of thousands...

The dream suddenly ended as Wednesday shook you awake. Sweating and disoriented, you backed away from her. You weren't afraid of her but for her. Your eyes darted over her, fearing you might have infected her with the Rot.

"Are.. are you alright?" you stuttered, still shaken from the vivid dream. Wednesday, however, couldn't comprehend why you were asking her that. She was the one who should be inquiring after you. Were you afraid of your own powers? What exactly could you do? She helped you up and guided you to the bed.

"Sit here." You followed her instructions.

Fetching a glass of water from the table, Wednesday returned and handed it to you. As you took a few sips, you couldn't help but wonder why she was there in the first place. What more information about Xavier did she truly need? The situation seemed much deeper than a simple investigation.

You decided to break the silence, seeking clarity. "Why are you here, Wednesday? What more information about Xavier do you really need?"

"I.." And for the first time ever in her life, Wednesday was struggling to get her words out, and the fact that you can get these reactions out of her scared her. Her heart wanted to apologize to you for using you, it wanted to tell you that you were worth so much, but she didn't.

"Xavier told me Tyler used to bully and hurt you and other outcasts before I came. Is it true?"

You sighed, you didn’t need another traumatic event memory right now. You felt like losing control again, You have to get Wednesday out.

"Yes, He is telling the truth. He used to, but now he stopped, I guess he realized his mistakes and chose a better life. You don't have to beat him up for it. Is that all?" you responded, hoping she would take the hint and leave. Part of you wanted her to stay and part of you wanted her to leave. The conflicting emotions made it hard to think straight.

Wednesday wanted to ask so much more, but she knows now is not the right time, you need peace, and she needed to get her mind straight, she already was venturing too far from her investigation. 

"Yes." She said as she turned around and started walking, yet deep down she was selfish enough to hope you would stop her, give her any sign, any sign that she didn't ruin what you two had. But she wasn't in any position to hope that. So she hurriedly walked away from your dorm before she felt any more of these treacherous emotions. 

After Wednesday left your room, You threw the glass of water away, You broke down. The demon inside you was winning, You knew you didn't have much time left before she takes full control of you. You knew no matter how many times you win a fight against her she return until she won the battle. You knew you were going to cause this world's demise.

No, you cannot give up, if you do, your brother's sacrifice will be for nothing. He will come back, you will wait until he comes back. He asked you to be brave, you will be brave. 

"Don’t worry, Edgar Allan. I see your sanctimonious smirk. But I will get the last laugh. Your penchant for riddles was legendary. And this might be your cleverest yet. Because it’s not a single riddle. Rather, each line is its own separate one.

“The opposite of moon.” Sun.

“A world between ours.” Nether.

“Two months before June.” April.

“A self-seeding flower.” Pansy.

“One more than one.” Two.

“Its leaves weep to the ground.” Willow. 

“It melts in the sun.” Ice.

“Its beginning and end never found.” Circle.

“Every rule has one.” Exception.

“The answer will give a sharp cracking sound.”

Snap Twice.

Secret societies. Hidden libraries. My mother staring at me in a judgmental way. These are all things I’ve come to expect.

Hundreds of books, which one was she looking for? Dust was everywhere, This place isn't very visited, so Wednesday looked where dust wasn't. Some dust was wiped away in front of one particular book, a subtle sign that someone had recently accessed it Possibly Rowan. She opened it and found the ripped edges of a page, where the page was missing, this is the one.

She sat in her room, matching the other piece of the ripped page with the book. It was clear,  She wasn't getting out of the school after burning it down, she was defending it from a pilgrim. But who? 

However, her curiosity was further piqued by the page that followed. A chilling sketch depicted a winged woman, her ethereal beauty contrasting sharply with her savage actions. The illustration showed her gripping the pilgrim by his neck, while the delicate petals of her wings tore into his flesh mercilessly. This enigmatic depiction added another piece to the puzzle, one that held no readily available information or context.

Birthdays aren't a thing for Wednesday, and she would rather swallow razor blades than celebrate her surprise party, But one good thing came from it, Her vision.

"Crackstone is coming."

Wednesday woke up in front of the gate of an abandoned mansion. She saw Goody right in front of her.

"You're the raven in my bloodline."

 In an instant, she stood beside her.

"Wednesday," she called.

"I was told you could teach me how to control my ability.

"There is no controlling a raging river. You must learn to navigate it without drowning. Time is not on our side. To stop Crackstone, this place you must seek. Not only the fate of nevermore rests in your hand, but the whole world's does."

"Do you always speak in riddles?"

"Do you always seek simple answers?"

"The path of a Raven is a solitary one. You end up alone, unable to trust others, only seeing the darkness within them."

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"It should."

That is how she found herself and her friend Enid escaping for their lives from the Hyde. Tyler injured. And Xavier showing up at the exact time the monster was gone, She doesn't need any more proof. Whenever she witnessed the monster before twice and as soon as it was gone, Xavier appeared, perhaps you put your faith in the wrong friend. 

As the sheriff dropped her back to Nevermore and she was going up the stairs of Nevermore, she heard Weems's voice.

"You directly violated my explicit order and left campus during a lockdown. Not to mention putting your peers and yourself in danger." Weems admonished.

"Which is grounds for expulsion. I know. And you have every right to exercise that option."  Wednesday said. "I do believe it would be a great error on your part."

Weems let out a disbelieving scoff.

"I think contrition might be in order right now, Miss Addams. Not hubris."

"I’ll never apologize for trying to uncover a truth." Wednesday asserted, holding her ground. She took out the pages she took from the book and gave them to Weems.

"What is this?" Weems asked.

"It's a warning from Rowan," Wednesday explained. Weems's expression changed as she looked at the first page, which depicted Wednesday defending the burning school against the pilgrim. However, when she turned to the next page, her hands went numb, and the paper fell before Wednesday picked it up again. The winged woman, Does it scare her more than the school burning down? 

"Is this why he tried to kill you?" she asked.

"His mother drew them before she died. Said I was destined to destroy the school." She said. "But I think I’m meant to save it."

Weems was silent.

Wednesday wanted to ask about whoever the winged woman is, but right now, she needed to prolong her stay at Nevermore first.

"Now you know what’s at stake. Everything you vowed to protect, no less. I think I deserve another chance." She said

With all her willpower, she added one final word.

"Please."

Weems let out an angry huff.

"One more infraction… One more step out of line and you will be expelled. No ifs, no buts."

"Enid and Xavier are spared as well." She said.

"And no more negotiation. Good night" Weems snapped before walking away. 

However, she didn't expect to see Enid packing her bags when she entered her room.

"Where are you going?" Wednesday inquired.

"Yoko’s room," Enid replied without even looking back at Wednesday, her voice missing the cheerfulness she always has.

"Thornhill said I could crash there for a few nights," she added.

"There’s no need. I spoke with Weems. You and Xavier won’t be punished."

"Am I supposed to thank you?" Enid turned around, her eyes revealing her disappointment and anger.

"I already apologized. It’s over."  Wednesday replied, trying to sound unbothered.

"Over? Tonight was the icing on the birthday cake you couldn’t even be bothered to cut. You’ll use anyone to get what you want, even if it means putting them in danger. Even if it meant hurting them emotionally, and digging into their traumas. We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession."

"But we didn’t," Wednesday replied emotionlessly. "And now I’m one step closer to solving this case. That is what is important." She said.

"I’ve tried really, really, really hard to be your friend. Always put myself out there. Thought of your feelings. Told people, “I know she gives off serial killer vibes, but she’s just shy." "

"I never asked you to do that."

"You didn’t have to because that’s what friends do! They don’t have to be asked. The fact that you don’t know that says everything. If you want to keep playing with lives for your investigation, Go ahead, You want to be alone, Wednesday? Be alone. " Thus she left.

And for the first time ever, Wednesday didn't feel good to be alone. Questions flooded her mind,  Was this the emotion you wrestled with every single day? Could it be the reason why anyone who encountered you was effortlessly embraced by your unwavering acceptance, devoid of any doubts?  And just as every new feeling she faces comes on because of you, this time she felt sorrow, for you. Why were you doing this? Why were you making her feel? 

Maybe that is why she found herself running away from you while being pulled towards you at the same time.

Maybe that is why she found herself outside of Dr Kinbott's office after she was butchered by the hyde. Making a promise to herself that she will put an end to this.

Maybe that is why she found herself inside Xavier's art shack confronting him about the murders, finally putting him in jail as the proof was right in his shack. However, her mind couldn't help but worry for you, knowing that you would be affected when you found out about your friend's arrest.

Maybe that is why she found herself in her room looking at you outside her window, waiting for her on the balcony. All the ways, lead to you. She made her way over to the balcony making sure her footsteps were inaudible however as she was a few feet away from you, she couldn't help but be captivated by how divine you looked illuminated by the moonlight. 

"Are you happy now Wednesday?" You broke the silence without even looking back at her as if you could sense her presence. 

Wednesday didn't answer, voice seems to be an issue with you around these past few days. 

"You took whatever remained away from me. My love, my trust, my best friend,"  you whispered, your words cutting through the air like a knife. Wednesday's heart sank as she heard the hurt in your voice, realizing the impact of her actions on your life.

"I caught the killer, I made the school safer for everyone. Xavier might be your friend, but that doesn't give him the right to freely murder anyone, He also could've hurt you." she tried to reason with you, hoping you would understand her perspective.

"Xavier would never hurt me, he protected me, he was here when I needed him the most. And look what I gave him in return, I betrayed him for you." You finally looked into her eyes, as if your eyes could send death rays Wednesday blinked, but she never blinks. 

"Why can't you understand? You didn't betray him; you merely did what was necessary by providing me with the crucial evidence. You aided me in saving countless lives from a dark fate in the future. Look what he did to Eugene." Wednesday could see the tears in your eyes, she could see the pain of losing everyone right through your eyes. As if you were a magnet and she was metal, she felt drawn to you, she felt the urge to touch you, grab your hands, your shoulder, she felt the urge to do what she didn't let anyone do to her. She wanted to hug you. Maybe if she did you might feel what she feels for you, as you went out of your way for her, she finally was ready to go out of her's for you, 

But you didn't accept her.

As she tried to grab your shoulder, pulling you in for the so-called "hug", you pushed her away. You pushed her away and ran.

Wednesday doesn't have any right to feel hurt after what she did to you, yet she does.

Maybe that's why she found herself in  Weathervane Cafe. Kissing Tyler and having a vision of him murdering Dr Kinbott. Finally regretting her choices, and getting used as a pawn to frame Xavier.

Maybe that's why she found herself in the police station, after her attempt of torturing Tyler into confession failed horribly, as he stood before her, 
"The sound of their screams, the panic in their eyes, and a fear so primal I could taste it. And it was delicious." He whispered in her years. "And I cannot wait to taste HER'S, You have no idea what’s coming." Tyler knew about what you mean to her, and he will use it against her.

Maybe that's why she found herself in Weems's office, hoping she would trust her, trying to convince her that Tyler is the Hyde. But of course, she doesn't.  Maybe that's why she found herself in front of Xavier. To get any help, any proof to use against Tyler,
"I’m… glad you were getting some action while I was falsely accused." He said, his voice filled with sarcasm.
"I should’ve believed you," Wednesday said, wanting to make amends.  "But since you seem to have some psychic connection to the Hyde, I was curious if you’ve drawn anything that might shed light on this?" Wednesday was willing to beg for any help, any proof. Not because of the school, but because of you, your life was on the line.
"You want my help? You ruined my life! No. I tried being your friend. Look where that got me. You used my friend against me."
"It is about her too, if I can't stop whatever is coming, her life would be in danger too." She took out the pages to show him too, hurriedly, however, the winged woman's sketch fell from her hands in front of him. "Tyler warned me something bad was coming. I think…"
"Where did you get that? You didn't show it to me last time." Tyler said pointing at the sketch. Wednesday picked up the sketch from the floor. She didn't expect Xavier to know anything about it as he didn't know much about the first sketch. "Who is it?" she asked.
He couldn't say the truth to Wednesday, even if you helped her, he won't do the same, He doesn't trust Wednesday with you, if the way leads to you getting hurt, he won't do it. 
"It doesn't matter, if you really think this is premonitions of the future, then the future is already doomed." He said.
"I can stop this. I"  Xavier didn't let her finish, "No, you can't, All you ever do is make things worse. Do you want to stop this? Then leave. Go far away and never come back. Do you understand?"

Maybe that's why she found herself thinking if Xavier was right, maybe whatever she touches, Rots away. Whoever she comes in contact with, gets hurt. Maybe she would be sparing you, by getting away from you. Yet her heart couldn't bear thinking of not seeing you ever again for her entire life.

Maybe that's why she found herself falling for Thornhill's trap as she finally found out about who Tyler's master was through Eugene, yet she couldn't do anything as Thornhill cuts the palm of her hand and awakens the deceased pilgrim from his slumber.

Maybe that's why, even with a knife in her stomach, she only thought about getting up, using all her remaining strength to save you. Maybe that's what made her worthy enough in Goody's eyes to be saved and given a second chance.
"Just know, once I do, you will never see me again. The school needs you, She needs you. Wednesday."

Maybe that's why she found herself between Crackstone and the school, fighting her last stand,  As she was defeated against Crackstone's power, being choked by his invisible force, she wondered about the one single piece of the puzzle she couldn't fit in any of this, who was the armored woman in Xavier's painting? who was the winged woman in the sketch?

"Get away from her." she heard the familiar voice.

Then she realized the answer was always with her, helping her from the start, making a permanent residence in her stone-cold heart, as she looked behind to see, in the elegant armor from the painting, a long sword attached to the right hand, She saw You.

Larissa's body trembled as she struggled to rise from the floor, her determination outweighing the weakness the poison had inflicted upon her. With every ounce of strength left, she willed her shapeshifting abilities to work in her favor, mending the damage the toxic substance had caused. The pain was excruciating, but she gritted her teeth and pressed on.

Using the table beside her as support, she managed to stand on her shaky legs. Her heart raced as she patted her pockets, the gun and the unalloyed gold bullet still securely tucked away.

"Who art thou?" Crackstone asked letting go of Wednesday and focusing on you. As you approached him, your presence exuded an aura of menace and power. Wednesday for the first time in her life felt chills down her spine,

"I am Malenia."

Your voice was rough, 

"Blade Of Miquella."

Wednesday was entranced, unable to move, unable to look away.

"And I've never known defeat."

Your winged helmet obscured your face, denying her a glimpse of the warmth and kindness she once knew you for. Now, you were a force of nature, embodying an alluring darkness that Wednesday found both so terrifying that it was enthralling.

Without hesitation, you launched yourself at Crackstone, your sword slicing through the air with blinding speed. He struggled to parry your relentless attacks, but you were like a tempest, unstoppable and furious. Blow after blow rained down upon him, and although he managed to hit you once with his staff, it only seemed to fuel your rage. And then your dance began, you jumped as if you were floating, pulled your sword back, and attacked. Your dance of death, every slash was turned into a dozen around you, as if you had ten other hands helping you. Wednesday's eyes were fixed on the mesmerizing dance unfolding before her. She had witnessed countless battles and sword fights, but none had ever captivated her quite like this. The movements of the sword were so pure, so fluid, and so graceful that it seemed as if the blade itself was an extension of your body. Deflecting all of your attacks wasn't possible for Crackstone as he was cut by your swings, however, those cuts meant nothing for the undead. Wednesday's eyes widens as her dread intensified when she witnessed Crackstone reveal a hidden blade from his staff, catching you off guard. She wanted to warn you, to save you from the impending danger, but she could only watch in horror as the blade found its way into your stomach.

The world seemed to crumble around Wednesday as she saw you, the kind yet so brave person she knew, suffer before her eyes. 

Never in her life had Wednesday screamed, "NO" yet you made her do that.

Never in her life had Wednesday felt her legs go numb, yet you made her do that.

Never in her life had Wednesday thought about giving up, yet you made her do that.

As you were defeated, Wednesday fell on her knees, Crackstone laughed,

"Thou didst fight well, But not well enow" He looked on Wednesday, Wednesday didn't look back, she tried to look at you, hoping you would survive this.

As Crackstone walked towards her, his body hiding yours, Wednesday noticed the bright orange aura creating behind him.

"Wait." Your voice rang out,

He turned around to see your body being surrounded by what looked like an unbloomed flower.

"What demon sorcery is this?" He said,

Wednesday was standing in front of your grave and has been for the last 5 hours, she couldn't move, she didn't even try to move.
"Be my love for this life," you asked, And she accepted.
"Take my love for this life." You offered. And she accepted.
So why were you gone? Why did fate steal you away, leaving her to navigate the void you left behind?
"Be my love for this life," she whispered, her voice trembling with sorrow.
"Take my love for this life." She took out the same pistol that was used to take you away from her. She aimed the muzzle at her heart.
"One life with you, I couldn't share," she murmured, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Maybe, one death with you, I could." she smiled. She pulled the trigger.

"WEDNESDAY!" you screamed as you woke up,
"Relax, that wasn't your Wednesday." you heard a voice, your vision was blurry, and it took a while for your vision to clear out when you saw Wednesday in front of you, No, it wasn't Wednesday, whoever this was, had a similar face like Wednesday, but dirty blonde hair and much paler face.
"I am not your Wednesday either; I am her ancestor, Goody Addams," she introduced herself. You couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity as you tried to make sense of the surreal environment around you. Everywhere you looked, there was nothing but a vast expanse of white, an otherworldly realm that seemed detached from reality.
"What is this place?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.
"It's a realm between your world and the afterlife, our world,"
"Owh" so you were dead. It didn't surprise you when you recalled the battle against Crackstone and the moment when you were struck by his hidden blade. The memories were clear up until that point, but beyond that, there was only darkness. At least you are free from that cursed being, Malenia.
"Are you here to guide me to the afterlife Goody?" you asked.
"If you want, yes. However, if you don't, you can return," Goody replied, her voice soothing yet mysterious.
"Wait… I can go back?" The possibility surprised you. You weren't sure if you truly wanted to return, given the burden of your curse. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you pondered the complexities of your existence.
"What's the point of me returning? I will forever be cursed. Forever scared to even touch, forever afraid of HER…" Your voice trembled with a mixture of fear and frustration. Malenia seemed like an insurmountable obstacle, and you wondered if returning would only lead to more pain and suffering.
"Maybe, or maybe she can help you." She said as some sort of portal opens in front of Goody.
You see Wednesday holding your damaged body as if you were her lifeline, As you gazed at Wednesday through the portal, even after what Wednesday did to you, your heart ached for her, and a part of you yearned to reach out and comfort her.
"An Addams don't feel until they meet the one who was created to make them feel," she said. "You were her's… In every life."
You looked at her. "The dream you saw, of Wednesday joining you in death at your grave, wasn't a dream, it was… another life. It was another love." You felt a mix of awe and sorrow. To think that you and Wednesday had experienced such a tragic fate in another existence was both haunting and captivating.
"A life where Thornhill's cruelty knew no bounds," Goody explained, her voice heavy with sadness."But even in that darkness, your love for Wednesday remained unwavering. An Addams rarely opens their heart, but when they do, it's a love that spans lifetimes. I've never seen two lovers be so intertwined with each other. In every life…"

All of a sudden you were in front of another portal, There, in front of another grave, stood your own reflection, clutching the same pistol you saw in Wednesday's hand, The gravestone bore the name that was etched into your soul "Wednesday Addams, Terrifying Daughter and yet ever so loving Girlfriend."
"Another life… another love." You whispered.

Another life, another love, you saw yourself with her, holding each other's, sleeping.

Another life, another love, you saw yourself with her, holding each other's, dying.

Another life, another love, you saw the whole world, taken by your Scarlet Aeonia, as you sat there in petals, holding Wednesday in your arms. Her body was taken by the Scarlet Rot, just as your mother's was, and then your eyes went to the knife in front of you. You didn't need to see the rest to understand what happened next.

And then, you were back in front of your own life, where Wednesday was holding you, Weems weeping behind her, Xavier running in and falling on his knees seeing you.

"Yes, Life will be hard on you, it always was, Your curse will be right with you, you might win over it, you might lose yourself in it again. But whatever happens, Wednesday will be right with you." Goody said before going through the portal to your body, "Whatever you choose, Wednesday will be right with you, even if it meant joining you in death, she is your soulmate of course," Goody said as she sat beside your body, opposite to Wednesday, she put one hand on your bleeding wound, and offered you the other,

"So what do you choose?"

Wednesday needed you. The thought of a future without you was like staring into an endless abyss. You had never asked for anything from her, never demanded anything. You simply accepted whatever she was willing to give, patiently waiting for her to open up and let you in. And when she finally did, it was too late. The cruel hand of fate had ripped you away from her, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. The pain in her cold, stone heart was excruciating. It cut deeper than anything she had ever experienced, even more than the loss of her beloved Nero. She had vowed never to shed another tear after that tragedy, but now she found herself weeping uncontrollably, the tears flowing like a river of grief for you.
She lifted you a bit up, placing her forehead against yours. In that moment, she pleaded to any deity who would listen, begging them to bring you back to her. She knew, deep down, that even if you didn't return, she would follow you to whatever realm you had journeyed to. In life and death, she was bound to you, her heart forever entwined with yours.
In this final moment together, she wanted to give you the love you deserved, to let you know just how much you meant to her. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a tender, heartfelt kiss. Your lips felt like delicate rose petals, soft and sweet, and for a moment, she could almost forget that you were gone. But then, she felt you kissing her back. In that fleeting moment, it was as if the world had stopped spinning. A glimmer of hope flickered in the darkness, and Wednesday clung to it with all her might. Could it be possible? Could you still be here, somehow, against all odds? Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled back, her heart pounding. She looked into your eyes, searching for any sign that you were still there, that you had returned to her. The uncertainty was overwhelming, but she dared to hope, dared to believe that you were not truly lost to her. She looked at your bullet wound, only to see it was gone. Then, she noticed the pale ghost in front, Goody Addams looking down at her.
"Cherish every moment with her Wednesday," Goody said with a gentle smile before vanishing into a cascade of shimmering gold auras.
As Xavier was busy calling an ambulance, Wednesday looked back at you. She would face whatever challenges lay ahead, for she knew that a love like yours was worth fighting for, A woe worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

Wednesday Addams loved solving mysteries, That's what kept her from escaping away from Nevermore in the first place, The more unexplainable things are the more they attracted her. Yet, she couldn't help but feel regret for choosing the insignificant mystery of the hyde over an ancient unsolved myth of a goddess of rott. She wished she had devoted more time to you, showering you with the love and attention you deserved. Perhaps, if she had done so, it might have prevented you from teetering on the edge, from becoming entangled with the enigmatic entity known as "Malenia." The haunting thought of nearly losing you haunted her relentlessly.

But fate had a way of delivering unexpected twists, and you defied death itself to return to her. The mere idea of being reunited with you should have filled her heart with unbridled joy. Yet, as she sat vigilantly beside you in the hospital, waiting for you to awaken from your two-day slumber, her heart was fraught with trepidation. She was uncertain of what lay ahead once you opened your eyes, unsure of how you would receive her, and what your feelings for her might be.

In that moment of uncertainty, she allowed herself to indulge in a moment of vulnerability. She admitted to herself that she deeply desired your acceptance, your understanding. She was ready to bear her soul to you, to reveal the depths of her feelings. She was ready to feel the torture of love, only if you feel it with her. If you were to embrace her, to return the love she had for you, she knew she would follow you to the ends of the earth, even into the darkest realms of the unknown.

Her dark eyes gazed at your still form, her fingers gently entwined with yours, hoping for any sign that you were about to awaken. She could feel the tumultuous emotions swirling within her, an entanglement of hope and fear, longing and uncertainty. The journey of love was never without its trials, but for Wednesday, the risk was worth it.

"Wednesday." She heard Enid's voice, she quickly removed her hand away from you.

"Enid," Wednesday replied, her voice an icy facade, attempting to conceal the tempest of emotions raging within her.

Enid let out a weary sigh, the concern evident in her eyes. She knew Wednesday better than anyone, the depths of her heart and the fortress of her emotions. They were best friends, after all.

"I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to bear this burden alone." Enid said gently, her voice laced with compassion.

Wednesday remained resolute, her walls fortified, unwilling to reveal her vulnerability to anyone else. The only person who had the privilege of witnessing her innermost emotions lay unconscious before her.

Enid reached out and touched Wednesday's shoulder gently, offering comfort and solace. But Wednesday couldn't find the words to express the pain and turmoil in her heart. She simply shook her head, unable to share the depth of her emotions, even with her closest confidante. In that moment, Wednesday's gaze never left you. She longed for the day you would wake up, to see those mesmerizing eyes once again, to feel the warmth of your touch, and to know that you were truly there with her. Until then, she would bear the weight of her emotions in silence, for you were the one who held the key to her heart.

"Wednesday, Principle Weems is waiting..." Enid informed her.

Right, she needed to talk to Weems, without killing her.

The way Wednesday clutched her hands hearing Weems's name scared Enid. She knew Wednesday carried multiple knives with her, it's on Weems how many she can dodge.

As they walk through the hall Enid had to at least try,

"Look, I know you are probably thinking about a million ways to murder Principle Weems right now. But look at it from her point of view, if she hadn't done it, the whole humanity would've been wiped out of existence. We all would've been dead."

Wednesday didn't reply. But she knew, it would've been worth it, your life was worth more to her than the whole world's.

"I will just talk to her." I will just kill her.

"Just don't do anything to make it any worse Wednesday." Enid sighed as they get in the elevator.

When they reached Weems's car, Weems standing leaning on the car, Wednesday noticed the dark circles under her eyes. 

"You look more of a corpse than usual, Miss Addams," Weems remarked.

"I could say the same to you." Wednesday retorted.

"I have trouble sleeping, how about you? When was the last time you ate?" Weems asked,

"Small talks aren't a thing for me, let us just get straight to the point. I need you to tell me everything about her.. and HER."

Weems sighed.

"Okay, let's talk somewhere private, I do need a coffee."

Now, Wednesday sat across from Weems, with Enid by her side, at the Weathervane Café. The place was less crowded ever since word got out about one of its workers being a murderous monster. Tyler's position was taken by another girl now who took their orders.

"Y/n is an amazing girl. Maybe the most amazing person I've known in my life, Her life wasn't easy on her, ripped from her childhood, from her family, Her scarlet rott is an ancient curse, an ancient being bound inside her, she had nightmares about that being destroying millions of lives, Malenia, eating her away from the inside, yet she didn't give up. Her brother didn't give up"

"Her brother?" Wednesday asked, intrigued to hear you still have someone.

"Yes, John. Her only family. He's a brave and kind man, dedicating his life to finding a cure for his sister. He is... probably dead," Weems sighed, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I couldn't find much about his death, only that he perished while attempting to destroy a thing that could kill the goddess of rott, along with its host... the very thing I used to..."

Weems's voice trailed off as she looked down, burdened by guilt. She recounted being sent an unalloyed gold needle, broken, along with a letter that gave instructions on how to turn it into a bullet.

"The bullet you used to kill her," Wednesday stated coldly.

"I... I am so sorry. I..." Weems apologized, her remorse palpable. 

"Save your apology for her, not me," Wednesday interrupted, her gaze unwavering.

"So did it kill her? whoever that destructive being was that you guys saw." Enid asked trying to calm things down.

"I don't think so. It might still be inside her. We won't know until she wakes up," Weems admitted with uncertainty.

Wednesday lowered her gaze, your existence remained a profound mystery, and that only served to heighten her fascination and attraction to you.

Two more agonizing days had passed, and you remained in a slumber, unresponsive to the world around you. Wednesday was so consumed by worry that she would have made the hospital her permanent residence if Principle Weems hadn't pressured her and offered her a ride from school to the hospital every day so she won't miss her classes.

In botany, as the new annoying teacher Miss Selen was introducing herself to the students, she saw your empty seat beside... Xavier... He was finally back. Good maybe... this might be her chance to know more about you. 

Xavier was busy making another perfect art of you, protecting the school against Crackstone when Wednesday entered his art shack.

"I hope you didn't bring a squad of cops this time, Wednesday," he teased, turning around to face her.

Wednesday glanced at the half-finished painting, acknowledging Xavier's undeniable talent. "As someone who claims to be her best friend, you didn't seem to visit her to check on her welfare," she remarked, her tone serious.

"I was busy with paperwork to get out of my first 'Jail vacation,' And I was also trying to contact someone," Xavier explained.

"Who?" Wednesday inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Xavier let out a small laugh.

"Look, when I was in the cell... I said a lot of things... I guess I am sorry."

Wednesday nodded, accepting his apology silently.

"Really? No "I am sorry too for framing you Xavier." ?" Xavier smiled. Wednesday truly was one of a kind.

"Anyway, I am planning to visit her today. Since you've made it your routine to be with her every day, would you mind if I join you today? You can have her all to yourself for the rest of the week," Xavier asked.

"I could tolerate you for her sake," Wednesday replied, rolling her eyes.

"Great then, I already talked to Weems. She is waiting for us."

As they walked to Weems's office, Wednesday finally gathered her courage to ask...

"I know that Y/n deserves better.. better than what I can be, But I want to be better than myself for her." Does that even make sense? You are really making Wednesday incoherent. Xavier smiled and Wednesday wished she could wipe that smile off with her medieval knife. But she didn't as she need him for now.

"Okay, then be better for her. If she accepts you, what's the problem?" Xavier offered supportively.

Wednesday looked away, finding the floor far more interesting at that moment. "I didn't pay much attention to her likes and behavior when we used to spend time together. I don't want to do anything wrong if she accepts me. I don't want to risk it as I already hurt her enough."

"White roses, she loves white roses. Black with two sugars, her favourite coffee. Waffles, she could kill for waffles. She loves chocolates more than a 5-year-old does. She doesn't like any alcohol as she hates losing control of her body YOU KNOW WHY. She hates hot places but still loves the sun. She also loves cleaning her room, I never found a single dust in her room."

Wednesday gave him a strange look, and he quickly clarified, "Before you ask, no, I was only there as a friend to help her decipher that weird book... shit, I shouldn't have mentioned that book."

"Don't worry, I won't go through her things till she wakes up and gives me permission, I will respect her privacy," Wednesday reassured. 

"Wait... Wednesday Addams choosing to wait for someone's permission before digging up information? The world really did almost got destroyed by flowers," Xavier joked, but it dawned on him that this time, Wednesday genuinely cared for you.

"Y/n really does have a way to enter one's heart." He smiled.

Indeed, you had a unique ability to illuminate even the darkest corners and bring warmth to the coldest places, particularly in Wednesday's heart.

The journey to the hospital was a quiet one, Wednesday couldn't help but feel this burning feeling in her stomach that Xavier knew more about you than her. She wanted to know everything about you, but she couldn't ask without making herself look like a complete fool in front of Xavier.

As they finally reached the door of your room, when she opened the door Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a man, possibly in his thirties, sitting on the chair beside your bed, holding your hand tenderly. His presence raised questions in her mind.

"Who are you?" Wednesday asked, her voice guarded and cautious.

The man got up from his seat, turning around to face her. When he noticed Xavier standing beside her, he seemed to relax a bit. Wednesday noticed how similar he looked to You.

"Xavier." he greeted.

"John" Xavier greeted back.

(P.s author here If you don't like White Roses, I am sorryyyy for putting it here, and if you hate chocolate, I will find you and I will kill you. Love Celine ♥♥♥)

As Weems entered the room and saw John, her nerves began to tighten. She felt the weight of her failure to protect you, and she didn't know how John would react or what decision he would make regarding her role in all of this.
"Y/n told me a lot about you. There wasn't a single day that she didn't miss you. I kinda took the liberty to be her brother for the time being," Xavier said smiling, trying to break the tension that lingered in the room.
"I know, I kept tabs through my resources. I must thank you for that," John replied, his voice carrying a genuine gratitude.
"John… what I did… I am sorry," Weems finally spoke up, her words laced with remorse.
"I also know why you did it," John responded, his tone empathetic. "Even though I would destroy the gold needle again if I had to, I know it was the only way to prevent Malenia from consuming Y/n," he sighed
"Where were you all this time?" Wednesday inquired, her curiosity and inquisitiveness ever-present.
"Injured," John explained. "I almost died while trying to destroy the needle, going up against a dangerous cult called The Golden Order. They want to control the goddess of rott to unleash chaos upon the world. They are highly skilled in combat, and if it weren't for my team, I wouldn't have made it."
"I thought you were in the army, yet you can work rogue outside your jurisdiction?" Wednesday raised another question.
"I don't care about jurisdiction when its about Y/n. Enough about me. So, I know about you, Xavier. Keeping tabs on you was easy. You, however," he turned to Wednesday, "getting much information about you without letting you know was hard."
"I am Wednesday Addams," Wednesday admitted, standing her ground with unwavering confidence. However, admitting the next part was hard, even for her.
"I am Y/n's…" she stopped as she couldn't find the right words. "I used to.. date your sister."
John's reaction to this revelation was one of surprise.
"Owh…" he uttered, absorbing this unexpected piece of information. He then smiled.
"It's good to see she has people who care about her so much." He said. In the room filled with unspoken emotions, each of them carrying their own burdens and secrets, they knew that their love and concern for you were what brought them together. And they knew you were worth every effort, sacrifice, and vulnerability they could offer.
"Anyway, I think it is highly against the rules for so many people to be in the patient's room." He said as he walked out,"Miss Weems, I would like to speak with you, in private." Principle Weems followed him, leaving Wednesday and Xavier standing by your side.
"It doesn't look good at her," He said, "This look…" Wednesday nodded, but she knows you will be up on your feet with her in no time, and she will be with you for every step. She has planned every step of this torture called "Love", for you.

But when the next day Principle Weems informed Wednesday that John was planning to take you away and move to somewhere he believed was safe, her plans had to be "improvised". Determination fueled her actions as she found herself standing in front of the motel where he was staying, goal to change his mind.
Three firm knocks on the door echoed through the room. John opened it, surprised to see Wednesday there.
"Wednesday? What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes reflecting confusion and concern.
"You can't take her away," Wednesday stated firmly, her voice unwavering.
"What do you mean?" John furrowed his brows.
"I know you're planning to move her away with you. But you can't. She needs all of us, not just you, not just me. She needs all the support she can get." All the love Wednesday can give you.
John's expression softened, but he still held on to his resolve.
"You know she can lose control at any moment, right? The curse inside her could manifest unexpectedly. I can't bear to see her get hurt again when it happens. Look where it got her last time. Besides, I have friends who can keep her safe, much safer than you did. No offence." He said.
Wednesday took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.
"I understand your concerns, but have you considered what she wants? Walking away from everything she has ever known might not be what she desires."
John sighed, torn between his protective instincts and the love he had for you.
"Wednesday, I will try to persuade her to come with me, and I believe she'll agree. But I promise you, if she chooses to stay, I won't force her. Her happiness and well-being matter more than anything else." As the weight of the situation settled on Wednesday's shoulders, she couldn't help but feel a knot of worry tighten in her chest. Would you choose to stay here with her, or would you decide to go with your brother? The uncertainty gnawed at her, knowing how much you loved your brother. Yet, the thought of losing you was almost unbearable for Wednesday. The memories of how she hurt you, making you cry, weighed heavily on her heart. She wished she could go back and change the past, erase the pain she caused you. The idea of not seeing you for even a day filled her with a sense of emptiness she had never experienced before. Wednesday couldn't deny the love she felt for you, and the desire to be by your side, protecting you and cherishing every moment together. But she also understood that her feelings alone couldn't dictate your decision. It had to be your choice. Wednesday's mind raced with thoughts and plans, determined to find a way to influence your decision and make you stay if you consider leaving with John. She knew her past plans had caused you pain, and she vowed that this time, her intentions would be solely driven by her love for you and her desire to see you happy and safe. She hated to admit that she needed help.

"Enid."
"Wednesday!" The cheerful girl ran in, almost reaching out to hug her. Wednesday instinctively backed away, her guard up.
"Back to 'Not a hugger' then? Got it." Enid smiled,
"I must ask you some questions," Wednesday stated, her voice serious and focused.
"Sure, go ahead. What do you need to know?" Enid responded,
"You see, Y/n's brother is planning to take her with him, to keep her somewhere safe and isolated. He wants to discuss it with her when she wakes up, and I fear she might accept, especially after what I did…" Wednesday's voice trailed off, the weight of her past actions heavy on her conscience.
Enid gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the remorse in Wednesday's eyes. It wasn't pity; it was the look of someone who cared deeply. Wednesday hated receiving that look.
"I might be able to help, but it won't come without a cost," Enid said grinning.
Wednesday sighed knowing what the blonde werewolf was going to ask her,
"How many seconds?" Wednesday asked gritting her teeth.
"10 should be good." Enid pulled Wednesday into a tight embrace, giving her a 10-second hug, it took Wednesday all willpower not to pull out her knife and end Enid's life. When the ten seconds were up, Enid released her,
"The hug was good right?" Enid asked smiling,
"Since I need your help, I'll reluctantly admit that the unnecessary physical connection wasn't completely unbearable," Wednesday retorted with a deadpan expression.
Enid chuckled nervously, not taking offence.
"Let's focus on the task at hand," Wednesday shifted the conversation back to the matter at heart.
"What do you have in mind to help Y/n decide to stay?"
"Make a speech dummy, You are a writer, pour your heart into it, be completely open and honest with her, show her how sorry you are and most importantly, give her a choice, tell her that even if she chooses to leave, you would support and love her then too which I am sure you would." Enid smiled.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, not expecting such straightforward advice from Enid.
"A speech? Pour my heart out?" That sounds utterly ridiculous.
"Hey, it might not be your style, but it could work. Just think about it. Y/n needs to know how you truly feel, and sometimes words are the best way to convey that." Enid said. Wednesday sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude towards Enid's persistence.
"Fine, I'll consider it,"
"And hey, if all else fails, you still have your medieval weapons to fall back on." Enid grinned.
Rolling her eyes, Wednesday couldn't help but let a faint smile tug at the corners of her lips.
"Thanks for the reminder," she replied dryly. But then Enid's tone turned serious, and she asked the question that weighed heavily on Wednesday's mind.
"Wednesday, if she chooses to leave, you wouldn't force her to stay or anything, right?"
Wednesday let out another sigh, her emotions conflicting within her.
"I want what's best for Y/n, even if it means… even if it means losing her," she admitted, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability. Enid nodded in understanding, her expression softening.
"I know you do, Wednesday. And I believe Y/n knows that too. Whatever decision she makes, she'll see that you care for her deeply." Closing her eyes for a moment, Wednesday let herself be a little vulnerable in front of Enid.
"It's just hard," she confessed, her guard coming down slightly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's like… she's become a part of me, and the thought of her leaving… it terrifies me."
"What if she resents me for what I did? What if she never forgives me?" Wednesday asked. Enid shook her head gently.
"Y/n's heart is softer than a marshmallow Wednesday, of course, she will forgive you, she will see how much you love her." You have to, for Wednesday's sake.

2 more days were spent. The activity in your brain was increasing, and it seemed like you might wake up from the coma anytime soon. So, Wednesday and Enid took it upon themselves to help your brother move your belongings to another room. Your previous room had been badly burned in Crackstone's attack, but thankfully, most of your belongings remained undamaged. That's how Wednesday found herself touching your Winged Helmet for the first time, and that's when it triggered a vision.
In that vision, she saw Malenia and a revelation dawned upon her – how strikingly similar Malenia looked to you before her eyes were consumed by rott. It became apparent that she was your ancestor. She had bandages on her right arm, which was missing… recently cut.
"Mother… Why… why me? Why did the gods choose me? Why do I have to bear this curse? You promised me you would find a cure," Malenia's voice trembled, holding back tears.
"My sweet child, I am so sorry. I've tried, I tried reaching every edge of this world to find a cure for you… I've tried trying to find a cure in other worlds, but I found none. It isn't a curse, It isn't a disease. Malenia, it is you. The Goddess of Rott is you, and without it, you can't exist. Without you, it cannot exist." The voice of the woman speaking to Malenia was compassionate, yet firm, revealing her role as a guiding force. Though her face remained partially obscured by golden hair, there was an air of wisdom and ancient knowledge about her.
"But you are a warrior, Malenia. You are to protect your brother Miquella, at all costs. Against everything, against the Golden Order, the black knife assassins who killed your half-brother Godwin. And from Radagon. Miquella is the most powerful of us all, but his powers haven't reached his threshold yet. You must protect him until then. Even without an arm, your skills know no bounds." The woman declared as she gently placed the winged helmet upon Malenia's head, and as it obscured her eyes, Wednesday understood that it symbolized the transformation she was about to undergo. Finally, she presented Malenia with a long curved sword attached to a prosthetic arm, both made of unalloyed gold.
"From now on, You are The Blade Of Miquella,"

"Wednesday? Wednesday!" Enid shook her shoulder, bringing her back from the vision.
"What happened?" John asked, concerned
"She does this from time to time," Enid explained.
"Huh?" John was still confused.
Wednesday decided to keep the vision to herself, at least for the time being. She needed to talk to you about it first before sharing it with anyone else. The revelation was too important, too personal.
"I'm fine," Wednesday finally replied to Enid, not wanting to worry them further. "It was just a vision. I'll tell you more later." Enid nodded, trusting Wednesday's judgment. She knew that her friend had a deep connection with you and she respected her friend's privacy. John still looked concerned but respected Wednesday's space.
"Alright, if you're sure,"

The rest of that evening was busy moving your stuff, Your new room, now situated at another distant corner of the school for safety, was visible from Wednesday's balcony.
As the sun set, casting a soft golden glow over the school grounds, Wednesday found herself standing on her balcony, peering at your new room. She longed for the day she could stalk you resting peacefully on your bed, but the uncertainty of her vision clouded her thoughts. She questioned herself repeatedly - was there truly no cure for you? And if she revealed her vision, would it shatter your hope of finding one? A whirlwind of emotions tugged at Wednesday's heartstrings. She cared deeply for you, and the idea of causing you pain was unbearable. The memory of her past mistakes haunted her, making her hesitant to share the harsh reality that she had witnessed in the vision. However, she couldn't dwell on her thoughts long enough because Enid burst into the room, almost breaking the door.
"Principle Weems just called, Y/N just woke up!"

With every passing second, Wednesday's heart seemed to beat in sync with the ticking of the clock. Each tick was a reminder of the fleeting moments bringing her closer to your room, a journey filled with both eagerness and trepidation. Her steps echoed down the corridor, a symphony of anticipation building within her, yet her mind was a tempest of nerves, threatening to overwhelm her. The path she traversed should have been a familiar one, but her thoughts were a whirlwind of nervousness that threatened to sweep her away. How could she express what had been churning within her during all this time of waiting?

"Thank you for saving my life." No it felt like a feeble offering, insufficient to convey the depth of her emotions. She believed you deserved more than a mere platitude, more than the casualness of those two words. The sentiment she held for you was beyond the ordinary, a sentiment she struggled to articulate. You deserve better than a simple thank you.

"I love you" carried a weight that both exhilarated and daunted her. Could she truly summon the courage to voice those three potent words? They were laden with a power that transcended mere vocabulary, capable of unraveling the layers she kept guarded. However, the echoes of her past mistakes reverberated, a discordant reminder of how she had once treated you as a mere pawn in her investigation. Could she, who had failed to see your intrinsic value beyond her pursuits, even dare to say those words?

"I missed you" resonated with a depth that defied articulation. The days of your absence had carved a hollow ache within her, a void that seemed to grow with each passing moment. The longing she experienced was both a testament to your significance in her life and a reminder of her own vulnerability.

“I am sorry for everything I did to you.” Regret coursed through her veins, a heavy lament for the pain she had inflicted upon you. She had caused you to feel isolated, utilized, and unappreciated. Her obsession had blinded her to your true worth, a worth that surpassed any trivial pursuit she had embarked upon.

The hallway leading to your room passed by in a blur, and before she knew it, she stood at the threshold. The door was both a barrier and a gateway to the emotions that had swirled within her. As she turned the handle and entered, the reality hit her like a sudden gust of wind.
Your eyes, so captivating and full of stories, met hers. They held a depth that spoke of experiences shared and unspoken connections. The sight of you, pale and fragile yet radiating an inner strength, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her. You sat on the bed, cradled in your brother's arms. Tears glistened in your eyes, but they weren't tears of sorrow; they were tears of overwhelming emotion. The raw vulnerability in your gaze struck a chord within Wednesday's heart. The emotions that had been confined within her chest were now surging forth like a tidal wave.
Almost bracing herself for the possibility of receiving a gaze laced with bitterness or even hatred from you, Wednesday was taken aback by what she found in your eyes. The emotions held within your gaze were intricate, a mosaic of sentiments that she found herself struggling to decipher. Rather than the anticipated hostility, your gaze held a softness, a tenderness that seemed to extend an unexpected hand of sympathy towards her. It was a look that defied her expectations, leaving her momentarily perplexed as she attempted to unravel the enigma you presented. Why? That was the question that reverberated through her mind like a haunting refrain. Why would you, who had every reason to meet her with resentment, offer a gaze that seemed to convey understanding, or perhaps even forgiveness? The complexity of your emotions was mirrored in her own uncertainty, and for a moment, she felt as if she were peering into a labyrinth of thoughts that eluded easy interpretation.

Interpreting the significance of the sudden hush that enveloped the room, John's grasp on you gradually loosened, allowing you to ease out of his embrace. As he moved past Wednesday, a silent exchange of acknowledgement passed between them. His nod conveyed an unspoken understanding, a recognition of the need for a private moment between you and Wednesday.
"We should give them a moment," his voice was gentle, a suggestion rather than a command, as he stepped away from the scene. Larissa, Enid, and Xavier seemed to intuitively follow his lead, leaving the room with a collective air of respect for your space.

As the door closed, sealing off the world beyond, you were left alone with Wednesday. The silence was a canvas upon which a myriad of thoughts, feelings, and unspoken words seemed to dance. It was a moment suspended in time, a pocket of solitude where the boundaries of your connection with Wednesday held the power to stretch and expand.

As Wednesday began to move toward you, her steps measured and cautious, you sensed the vulnerability that underscored her demeanor. You shifted slightly on the bed, creating a space beside you – a silent invitation that needed no words. She accepted, lowering herself onto the edge of the bed. Her gaze remained locked onto yours, her hand hovering over yours, a hesitant caress that spoke of both longing and uncertainty.
"May I?" her voice carried a blend of trepidation and hope, a question that transcended its words. You responded with a simple nod, granting permission that held layers of meaning beyond its simplicity. With a gentle touch, her fingers finally intertwined with yours, and within that connection flowed a cascade of unspoken emotions.
Wednesday inhaled deeply, mustering the courage to voice the sentiments that had been simmering within her for so long.
"I am profoundly sorry for not recognizing your value in my life earlier. I've been cruel to you," she confessed, her words heavy with sincerity. Your eyes, reflective of a sadness deeper than the surface, gazed into hers. "You are deserving of so much more – someone far better than me. But it's because of you that I aspire to improve, to become someone more worthy. Without you, I…"
Wednesday's voice caught as if her breath itself was ensnared. Biting her lower lip, she briefly looked away, her heart bared in a way she had never before dared. A tender caress of your hand upon hers encouraged her to meet your gaze once more. As you tilted your head slightly, a soft smile graced your lips. This simple gesture stirred a flutter in Wednesday's chest; she hadn't witnessed that smile in so long. In that instant, she vowed to strive tirelessly to preserve that smile on your face.
"Torture has never held terror for me, but now, I find myself fearing this torment of not holding your hand, of being denied the privilege to elicit your smile, of our separation. I make you a solemn promise – if you choose to welcome me back into your life, granting me a second chance, I will cherish every passing moment." The earnestness in Wednesday's voice was unmistakable.
As she braced herself for a possible rejection, the uncertainty of the moment looming large, she was taken aback when you seized her and pulled her into your arms. In that embrace, an unfamiliar lightness suffused her being, and for the first time in her life, she experienced a profound sense of peace.
"You are my only love, in every life Wednesday." You whispered, your voice tinged with tears as you recalled how Goody showed you Wednesday following you to death in every life.
"You are the woe that I love, in every life."

Later, your brother John asked you the question, Wednesday's heart knew already that you would not accept his offer, that you would stay with her, yet she was introduced to this newfound fear that she felt every moment, Losing you.
"I know you mean well, I know how much you care about me, how much you sacrificed for me. But… I can't. I can't leave them, Over the years, Nevermore has become my haven, my family. I am sorry… I.." Your words trailed, on the brink of being overcome by emotion, your eyes glistening with brimming tears.
"Shhh, It's okay baby girl, it's okay, It's okay. I know." John's voice wrapped around you like a protective shield, soothing the turmoil that surged within.
"And you were worth everything to me, you always were, you are, and always will be. I will keep my promise, I will find your cure." His words, resonant and assured, cut through the uncertainty that had clouded your heart.
Wednesday, observing the hope that illuminated your eyes, recognized the unwavering faith you held in your brother's promise. It was this very faith that propelled you through the relentless trials that life had hurled at you. And that got Wednesday thinking again, should she tell you about her vision? Should she unravel the truth before you? The weight of it all settled upon her as she imagined the profound heartbreak that might envelop you if you were to learn that there is no cure. She fears if you find out about the truth, you might give up on everything, you might give up on her. And so, as self-interested as it may be, she concluded that, for now, she would shield you from this truth, wrapping it in the cocoon of silence, not out of deceit but out of a desire to protect the fragile equilibrium you both had.

[ "its okay baby girl." was from another series that holds a special place in my heart, "The Last Of Us". -♥♥♥Celine♥♥♥]

I wrote this as an epilogue for Celine's Blade Of Miquella, in hope that she won't be mad at me when I myself am reunited with her again. Lyrics are from Sheryl Crow's "I shall Believe", Celine's favorite song.

"Remember me as much as you can..."

She had been doing just that, faithfully, for the past 62 years, 3 months, 22 days, 19 hours, and 14 minutes. Counting every moment without you.

Enduring this torturous separation had never been easy. The coldness that had once been her solace had turned into a relentless torment during these 62 years. Each night, she dreamt about you; each morning, she woke up without feeling the warmth of your embrace. Every day, she hoped and silently prayed to any deity that might listen—her only wish, to be reunited with you in the afterlife.

Now, hooked up to countless machines in a sterile hospital room, she was sure that this was her time. Fear gripped her as she contemplated what lay ahead. Even the promise of heaven without you felt as frigid as the void.

Enid stood by her side, holding her hand, tears welling in her eyes. 

"It's okay, Wednesday. You can rest now. She is waiting for you."

With a sigh of resignation, Wednesday finally allowed herself to close her eyes.

Come to me now

But when she opened them again, it wasn't the sterile hospital room that greeted her, but her own room—the room that she and you had shared, painted in both your colors, adorned with your flowers and her stories.

And lay your hands over me

She looked down at her hands, and the wrinkles and signs of age had disappeared. She stood and caught sight of herself in the mirror—her younger self, just as she had been on that night, the night you left her.

Had it all been a dream?

Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

The cold breeze from the windows pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked out only to see a different scene, a lake, a beautiful lake that had one of her many fond memories, your first date with her.

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me

Right on the side of the lake, she could see another place she and you shared, A tree with familiar scarlet leaves. 

That I only come home When I'm so all alone

Rubbing her eyes, she could see clearly, someone sitting under the tree.

But I do believe

Never in her life, Wednesday had run so fast, never in her life had Wednesday felt her heart beat so fast. 

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

It had to be, it must be, because she had no idea what she would do if it wasn't...

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

Right now, till she gets to the tree, all she can do is a bad habit she learned from you.

Hope.

Please say honestly you won't give up on me

And that face, that peaceful face absorbed into a book so much that you can see the story of the book in their eyes, the face that had warmed her once stone-cold heart with its gentle presence, the face that had been etched in her memory.

And I shall believe

"Would you mind if I sit here?"
"Never in eternity." you smiled looking up, Wednesday felt her heart becoming warmer again by your smile. A surge of emotion overwhelmed her, and Wednesday couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees before you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"It's really you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. Her hands cupping your cheeks so slowly as if you would fade away by her touch.
"I've missed you every moment, every day. And now..." she whispered. 
You reached out, your hand tenderly cupping her own cheek, wiping away a single tear that had dared to fall offering her what she longed for all these years. Leaning in, she closed the remaining distance between you, her breath warm against your lips. Her kiss was gentle yet filled with an intensity of emotion that words could never convey. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of aching, of all the love that had been bottled up for decades.
Your lips met, and the world around you disappeared. The years melted away, and in that kiss, you tasted the bittersweet essence of a love that had withstood the test of time. It was a kiss of reconnection, of shared memories, and of a future that now stretched out before you, promising an eternity together. Time flowed differently in this place, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. But when you finally pulled away, there was a newfound lightness in both your hearts.
Wednesday gazed at you, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy, and she whispered, "I thought I'd lost you forever."
You smiled, your fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw.
"You never lost me, Wednesday. I've always been here, waiting for this moment. And now we have this moment forever."
With another tender kiss, you sealed the promise of your eternal love, knowing that no matter what lay ahead in this afterlife, you would face it together, just as you were always meant to be.

I hope I wrote it to Celine's liking, I am not really a writer 😕.