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“I hate it when you put yourself in danger.”
Enid’s voice is quiet. Wednesday can feel her gentle breath, the silent storm in those lightning eyes. She’s beautiful, but this makes her heart ache so unpleasantly. To see that concerned, careful but insistent look.
Wednesday knows this. She’s always known this. She always sees the worry carefully knitted into Enid’s face when she makes her way back to their dorm past curfew. It makes her heart twist around uncomfortably because she can’t just stop it.
(Her lack of care in regards to herself is something Enid’s heart cannot keep taking.)
Enid’s hand is resting on her waist and it would’ve made her feel warmer if it weren’t for the fact that her side was covered in careful wrappings. Her hand is so gentle and so afraid. Her fingers are curled up into her palm to ensure the claws won’t even prick at her side.
Wednesday can’t bring herself to deny this isn’t fair to Enid. It never has been.
Both of them knew that.
Her eyes are bleary and brimming with an indescribable feeling as she meet’s Enid’s. She’s biting down on the inside of her cheek, because words can’t fix this. So, she gives Enid the only thing she can muster. Somewhere in those dark eyes, an apology is in the making and it’s the rawest emotion she can offer up.
Enid deserves more. She deserves all the love she craves and that which Wednesday cannot give. She deserves all the simple touches and embraces she desires. And Wednesday is simply insufficient.
(She still lifts up her hand and brushes her fingers against Enid’s face, praying that it’s enough. Funnily enough, she’s only ever believed in ghosts.)
She hates that Enid curls into it, as if she was starving for it. She hates how she isn’t able to do this so often that Enid stops curling into it.
Perhaps it’s at this moment that she realizes, properly, fully realizes, that they aren’t the sun and moon.
They’re imperfect.
She wants to deny how badly she wishes they were perfect, because then Enid’s eyes would be lighter.
And maybe it’s also at this moment that she realizes she is cared for. That she wants to come back to their dorm every night unscathed. And maybe, just maybe, it isn’t just for Enid. So, little by little, she’ll do her bit in trying to make this perfect.