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017. | Balcony Feelings From The Not Friend

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12.10.2022 | 10.12.2022

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Enid's POV

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I listen as Wednesday continues her Cello solo outside of our dorm on the adjacent balcony. The melody fills my ears as I stand near the window, watching her hands move effortlessly over the instrument. I try and remind myself that I'm angry at the girl as I let the music serenade me like a warm blanket or a hot coffee on a cold winter's day.

I watch as Thing flips the pages of her sheet music as I reflect on the day. I'm surprised Weems didn't punish the both of us...really Wednesday, as I technically didn't do anything wrong, I think to myself. 

But I still can't believe she doesn't consider us friends. Everything I've done for her, from helping her try and flee the school to introducing her to numerous new people. I've done it all, I reason with myself. 

Soon, the final note of the cello fades into the night as I finally decide to go and speak to her. I've been giving her the cold shoulder, but it seems like if I continue doing that, I'll be giving her the shoulder till we both die. 

It doesn't seem like she's even going to attempt to talk to me about....it. 

I just don't understand why she won't accept that we're friends. At least something more than just.....acquaintances, I reason with myself again. I get up from where I'm standing, as I walk over to my side of the window, the color seeping in from the moonlight. It covers my face as I bask in the colors for a moment before I continue. 

I push open the window door as I watch Wednesday turn her head to look at me. She doesn't even turn around all the way as I see her eyes for a moment glance over at me before turning back to Thing. 

I shudder for a moment as the wind hits my exposed legs, as I think about how cold it is out here. Standing beside her, I ask her calmly, trying to initially avoid what I want to talk to her about in the first place. 

"How did you get that oversized violin out the window?" I ask with a harsh tone, trying to make the girl feel guilty about what she said earlier. Surely she's been thinking about it, I think to myself. 

"I had an extra hand," she replies, still not looking at me. I look up at her sheet music as I see Thing waving toward me. 

I wave back with a hello and a smile for Thing as Wednesday sets her bow on the stand, causing Thing to fall off onto the cold, wet balcony floor. He scatters over to the window as he pushes on it, falling through the little hole inside our room, the window shutting after it. 

In the distance, I suddenly hear the howls of my fellow Nevermore student werewolves as the dark girl sitting next to me listens as well. A sigh escapes my lips as I shiver with the cold air washing over me. I rub the arms of my sweater as I wait for the howls to subside.

After a moment and their howls do subside, I notice her glancing over at me. I pull my sleeves over my hands from the embarrassment and the cold as I realize she's going to ask me why I'm not with them. Then I'll have to explain everything to her, I think to myself.