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Wednesday doesn’t have those feelings.
She doesn’t cry, she doesn’t laugh, she doesn’t even really smile.
Not often anyway.
And she definitely doesn’t fall in love.
Especially with a bubbly, overexcited werewolf currently blasting that infernal noise she calls “pop music” from the other side of the bedroom.
And even if she did have some modicum of… attraction towards the girl, there is no way that that attraction would be reciprocated.
*tap tap tap*
The keys on her type writer click as she buries herself in the novel. Then, the creek of hinges and clunk of the door.
“Hey Wednesday… me Yoko and Bianca are going into town to try out the new milkshake bar, and I wondered if you might want to come…?”
She stretches out the last word, definitely a question.
Wednesday pauses for a second. How she longs to spend some time with Enid. But every time she goes out, she swarmed by people, wanting to meet the hero of Nevermore. There’s even a small ginger girl who has her hair exactly like Wednesday’s. She keeps asking for an autograph.
Weird.
She could go, spend some time with the girl who fills her with such strange and uncomfortable thoughts, but-
“I’d rather drink gasoline”
Where had that come from? Why had she shut her down so strongly?
Enid looks slightly sad, as if she’d really been hoping Wednesday would come.
Why would she want that?
Wednesday’s mouth opens slightly, and she inhales, but then stops.
She knows what she wants to say, but she doesn’t have the words.
She wants to go with her, but she doesn’t really know why.
She often doesn’t have the words, when Enid threatened to move out their room, she was begging for Wednesday to tell her not to, Wednesday could tell. And a part of her knew exactly what she wanted to say to stop her going, but she didn’t have the words.
The door clunked shut, Enid had gone.
Wednesday sighs as she returns to her novel. Only 3 weeks until the summer.
Her mind was more or less made up about that by now. She couldn’t carry on with this farce, her thoughts for Enid were too intrusive.
She had to protect her, protect the girls memories of their friendship, uncorrupted by Wednesdays longing for something else.
She would leave Nevermore, and Enid, behind.
It was for the best, for the both of them.
She could never tell Enid, how could they ever go back to being friends after that confession.
That she loves her.