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Are summer and winter ever meant to meet?
Enid Sinclair was born on a bright summer’s day, the brilliant glare of the midday sun shining upon her from the hospital window.
Wednesday Addams was born on a dark winter’s night, while the snowfall outside ended several lives.
Enid had hair as golden as the sun and a smile twice as warm. She was passionate, she was friendly, she was alive. She exuded a warmth that was felt by all around her. She was the type of girl who helped the fallen back on their feet, but the girl who was unapologetic while standing up for herself and those she called her friends. She was the one whose presence was craved by most.
Wednesday had hair as black as the night she was born, and a face twice as cold. She did not do desires, or passions, or emotions. She did not believe in friendships. She knew the world was out to get her. She was the type of girl who beat and bullied the weak without any remorse, the one who kicked down the fallen, one who did not believe in love or kindness. She was the one whose presence was craved by none, but it was inevitable.
Enid’s eyes were as blue as a cloudless summer sky in the morning. They reflected vast dreams and wishful thinking, hopes of a future where everything was alright. They shone with happiness and warmth; their brightness was almost blinding. They gleamed with love and kindness.
But they hide the fact that some part of them believes love is worthless....
Wednesday’s eyes were as dark as a snowy winter sky in the night. They reflected broken dreams and lives crushed under expectations, of futures where nothing ever goes right. They show that love is a myth; their darkness heartbreaking but true. They are tired of having dreams that will be never fulfilled, of love that will never be returned.
They hide the fact that some part of them still believes in love.
Somehow, in some cosmic anomaly, they meet.
They hate each other immediately. (Or so they think…they’ve not yet learnt that the line between love and hate is so very fine.)
(Sometimes, late at night, they cast glances at each other that last a little too long.)
It was on a dry autumn night, as the blood moon rose high in the sky, when Enid Sinclair risked her life to fight Tyler Galpin on her very first transformation, just to save the life of a girl who was both her polar opposite and her other half, that she realized a simple, unalienable truth.
Enid Sinclair had fallen in love with Wednesday Addams.
It was on the same autumn night that after killing Crackstone, the first thought in Wednesday Addams’s mind was Enid Sinclair. It was when she drew the latter into a hug that Wednesday realized what Enid already had.
Wednesday Addams had fallen in love with Enid Sinclair.
They end up confessing that dawn.
As the first light of day kissed the dark horizon, they kissed each other.
Wednesday’s harsh cold winter mellowed into something that protects instead of killing. It becomes both blizzards and frostbites and death as well as hot chocolate and stolen hoodies and cuddling by the fire. Enid finds her perfect.
Without that edge, that thrill of danger, she won’t be Wednesday Addams, winter personified.
Enid’s gentle warm summer remains as it always was, but it gains a murderous edge. It becomes both clear skies and warm sun and bikinis as well as scorching heat and sunburns and death. Wednesday finds her perfect.
Without that gentle smile, that heart bursting with kindness, she won’t be Enid Sinclair, summer personified.
When they meet, Wednesday becomes warmer, wilder, clad in colors beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. She becomes chilly nights and scary costumes and Halloween. She becomes the remembrance of the dead and séances of the mourning.
Enid becomes cooler, calmer, clad in more colors than she ever was in the summers. She becomes warm days and luminous pumpkins and Halloween. She becomes trick-or-treat and happiness of children.
Maybe summer and winter were never meant to meet, but when they did, people called it autumn.