Wenclair One-Shots

it's alright, come inside, and talk to me

Summary:

"She unlocked the door to their room and pushed it open, ready with a half-baked excuse for her abrupt return. "I only came back--"

The words died on the tip of her tongue when she saw her roommate. Wednesday hadn't even looked up when Enid entered, curled into a ball and leaning against the stained glass window, right in the middle of the room."

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Enid forgets something in her haste to storm out. She had expected another fight when she returned to collect it, not her roommate curled against the window looking so incredibly small and vulnerable.

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Enid couldn't take it anymore. The white-hot ball of anger in her chest was too much. "You want to be alone, Wednesday? Be alone."

With that, Enid gathered up her bags and stormed out of the room, leaving her roommate behind. The anger slowly drained out of her with each step she took and she belatedly realized halfway to Yoko's room that in her haste to leave, she had forgotten her favorite stuffed tiger on her bed.

Sure, she had plenty of stuffed toys like it and her bag had been stuffed with a few of her other well-liked ones. But the stuffed tiger had been a gift from her older brothers when she first failed to shift. They told her that if she couldn't be a wolf then she could be a tiger and it quickly became her favorite treasured stuffed toy. It smelled like home and Enid needed it to sleep.

With a huff, Enid dropped her bags in the hall, slowly doing a walk of shame back to her room as she tried to come up with some excuse for her quick return. She stalled as long as she could, shuffling slowly as she went over a list of possible excuses, slowly weeding them down.

She unlocked the door to their room and pushed it open, ready with a half-baked excuse for her abrupt return. "I only came back--"

The words died on the tip of her tongue when she saw her roommate. Wednesday hadn't even looked up when Enid entered, curled into a ball and leaning against the stained glass window, right in the middle of the room. Her knees were drawn to her chest and she had half-tucked her face into her arms wound tightly around her legs.

Terrible guilt squeezed Enid's chest as she remembered the cruel words that she had thrown around so carelessly before she had left. Some part of her had been convinced that Wednesday simply didn't care and that their friendship had really meant nothing to her other than a means to an end.

However, the sight of her roommate who looked impossibly small and fragile told her that she was wrong. Wednesday cared more than she would ever admit. Enid remembered how she kept telling her friends to give Wednesday some space, that her roommate was shy but that she was quite charming and loyal when they warmed up to her.

Bitter guilt flooded through her at the words she had thrown into Wednesday's face before she left. Nobody deserved to be alone.

Enid tentatively crossed the room and it was only when she was just a few feet away did Wednesday became aware of her presence with a slight jolt. Enid had anticipated the threat of bodily harm or the waving of a knife but the girl just tensed up and waited.

It took Enid a moment to realize that Wednesday was simply waiting for her to yell more. Enid sucked in a sharp breath at the realization, her chest unbearably tight with guilt. She didn't want this. She didn't ever want to make anyone feel bad like this. She was the one that went out of her way to make friends with everyone.