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“Willa!” Enid yelled out as she walked into their shared house.
“In here, Mi Loba." Wednesday replied from the kitchen.
"I got you something while I was out.” Enid said super excitedly as she entered the kitchen.
“Oh? What could it be?” Wednesday asked as she tapped her chin jokingly.
Enid ruffled in her bag until she got what she wanted and pulled it out.
“It's for you to always remember me, whenever we're apart.” Enid spoke softly as she presented a plushie wolf to Wednesday.
Taking it in her hands Wednesday examined it before pulling Enid into a kiss, breaking apart after a moment.
“I could never spend a moment apart from you.”
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Tightly holding onto the plushie wolf as the memory flashed through her mind, Wednesday stared down at the grave in front of her, carefully observing every detail engraved into the stone.
‘Enid Sinclair’
‘2007-2032’
‘A beautiful ray of sunshine that always brightened up everyone's mood around her no matter what.’
Overwhelming amounts of pain shot through her veins, and sorrow washed over her body as she looked over the engravings.
“I'm so sorry, Cara Mia.” Wednesday whispered out into the cold night air, letting the tears she had been trying to hold back fall, staining her already reddened cheeks from how much she had already been crying.
Wednesday blamed herself every day for Enid’s death. She should've seen the signs, should've paid more attention, should've talked to her more; these were the things she told herself as she tried to deal with the loss of her wife.
Everyone told her it wasn't her fault that no one could have known and that there was no way of preventing the outcome that had already happened.
Wednesday knew better, though (at least that's what she thought). She knew they were just saying those things so they didn't have to face the reality that she was the one that killed Enid.
The truth was, she really couldn't have saved Enid. Enid had been so deep into her depression that the only way she thought she could get out of it was if she wasn't here anymore.
No one could have saved her because she had already made up her mind.
Enid wrote a letter before she passed, stating the reasons why she decided she wouldn't be here anymore and why she had to go.
She made sure to include that in no way was this Wednesday’s fault that Wednesday was nothing but perfect to her and that she hated to leave her like this, but she knew it would be ok for the raven and that she would find someone else, someone better than herself.
When Wednesday had read that Enid thought she could find someone better than her, she went into a full-on rage. The house that they had brought together and spent so much time fixing up didn't last more than a few minutes of her fury before it looked almost unrecognizable.
The day of the funeral was hard. She tried not to let any tears fall to try and stay strong, but she couldn't, letting them fall when she saw the one and only person she had ever loved in a casket.
That day went by in a blur as reality really settled in for her.
It had been a few weeks since then, and Wednesday had been trying to live for Enid like she wanted her too, but every day was harder than the last.
Which led her to where she was now, in front of Enid's grave, clutching the plushie wolf in her arms,
. . . Saying her last goodbyes
“I'm sorry I couldn't uphold your wishes, my love, but a life without you is no life of mine; only when I'm with you again will it be mine.”
Taking out a little vile from her pocket, she laid down on Enid’s grave and took the cap off.
Drinking it, she tightly clutched the wolf and closed her eyes, letting the darkness overtake her.