Because of Her | a wenclair story.

part 13; woe's perspective.

Enid lay on her back, too stiff to roll over and stiffer even when she couldn't find the strength to block out the chill that settled in her bones now, with the blanket that reached up to cover below her waistline. One pro was that the chill had numbed her fatigued mind and the events of the night hindered to a stop till all she could think about was if Wednesday was sleeping well.

Songbirds began to sing by then and Yoko stirred awake beside her. "Why do you look like a corpse?" Her voice was lighthearted, still drawled though, with sleep. 

"Because I feel like one," she sighed, still unmoving, still too cold. "Wednesday's so confusing." 

"Hmm?" Yoko puffed, settling on her side to watch Enid as a silent approval to continue. 

"When we're alone, she's so sweet and present but, with people—during classes especially, she doesn't even look at me, let alone let me hold her hand." Enid's jaw clenched painfully, "and now it feels like she likes Xavier better than me, at least that's what she shows in public." 

"Well," Yoko began, she had brought the pillow they used to split the bed to her chest, "she is Wednesday Addams." 

"That's not an excuse." 

"I know, but nothing's ever surface level with her," Yoko's tone was considerate and soft, she didn't wish to annoy Enid further. "So, maybe, try and talk to her? If not, you could stay here as long as you need." 

At this, Enid smiled, she had overpowered the chill stuck in her bones and hoisted herself to sit. 

The morning came quickly that day but Enid barely slept, she diverted her stare to the dress she wore that night, a hanger kept it uncluttered and with the rays, it glistened as if to further illustrate how dreadful the night was. 

Yoko kept her careful gaze on the other as she reached for her phone, her hood had fallen on her to cover her blonde head and chilled ears. She wore Yoko's hoodie, it was a little too big on her but she appreciated the extra warmth it provided. 

Her phone was even colder in her palms and she was instantly bombarded with her mother's missed calls and texts: demanding to call her back. With a roll of her eyes, she sunk the phone in her shorts pocket as she raised herself to her feet, "I probably should talk to her."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, thanks for letting me stay over," Enid offered the other a quick smile, it was still early morning so she would be able to switch rooms undetected. 

"Don't mention it," Yoko returned her smile and watched as she left. 

Enid's steps were slow as she replayed how that morning could go in her head when she sees Wednesday again. It could end with their end or with them in each other's arms again, but Enid was sure she didn't want to forgive the other so easily.

The door creaked to her gentle push and she was quick to let herself in, pausing in front of the door with her hands behind her back: her gaze fixated on the two who had intruded on her bed. Enid watched the soft light illuminating Wednesday's features: her drowsy limbs closed off, guarding her, her disheveled hair covered half of her face, it was tilted so she faced the doorway, so no daylight illuminated the weary features of her familiar face Enid knew like the back of her hand.

Beside her, Thing stirred awake. 

"Good morning," Enid offered a small smile, her voice low so as not to wake the light sleeper. Thing replied enthusiastically and Enid's smile grew. "What're you both doing on my bed?" Enid asked but her tone suggested she didn't expect an answer, in fact, seeing Wednesday curled against the stuffed animals of hers the other described as 'creepy' truly warmed her heart, not enough to melt the cold caused by the other but enough to walk toward them to plop down at near the edge. 

Thing answered: "Your side is my side but about her," he turned to Wednesday, "I don't know what goes on in her head." 

"Neither do I anymore," she chuckled, it was light-hearted but both of them knew the weight of the words. 

Thing patted the spot closer to him and Enid scooted closer, "she is sorry." He signed. 

"Yeah, well, I'd like to hear it from her," Enid had her gaze on Wednesday, who was rolled on her side now, she watched as the other's breaths came and left and from this angle, only the side of her face was on display but Enid could read the way her face twisted in a frown. Having a bad dream, maybe? 

"She looks cold," she murmured her thoughts aloud and Thing nodded. Her voice was quiet, both knew how much of a light sleeper Wednesday was, so when Enid reached to raise the blanket over the other's body, she immediately jolted back when Wednesday's swung her lids open.

"Wednesday, god, warn a person," she puffed. 

"Enid," she raised herself to sit, the stuffed animals and blanket falling off of her. "You're," she paused, Enid had to suppress a smile at the sight: Wednesday with messy morning hair and her raspy voice, her brows raised so high with a knot in confusion and worry. "You're back?" 

"Did you think I was gonna be gone forever?" Enid reached to run a hand through Wednesday's mess of hair, straightening it out in between her slender fingers. "Such a mess." 

"Enid," Wednesday's lips remained agape but the words she prepared seemed to die on her lips, "those are not your clothes." 

Enid returned her hand to her lap, nodding along with the other's words. "Yoko's," she confirmed and let herself sink into the deep brown of Wednesday's eyes. Enid hadn't yet seen this look on Wednesday, it was new to her: the worry, or rather, sadness in her eyes and the hesitations in her movement, the little pull of her lower lip when Enid's touch disappeared from her head, and the way her brows knotted with anxiety. 

"Did you. . .Sleep well?" There was a hesitation in her lips as if the words she actually meant to say were pushed aside as others made through. "You don't look like you slept," she reached to touch her cheeks and Enid let her, unmoving. 

"I slept fine," her tone was colder than she meant, "did you?" 

Wednesday nodded, her arms slowly descending to her sides, "I, Enid I want to say," she cleared her throat, scooting closer and Enid felt Thing's presence vacant behind her. Wednesday had a look on her face, a look Enid saw multiple times before when the other longed for a hug, or any other physical contact Wednesday herself can't, or won't, initiate. 

Enid doesn't budge, though, as much as she wanted to. "Hmm?"

"I'm so sorry," her voice was a whisper, a gasp, almost. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Wednesday's hand found Enid's, but again, the other remained perfectly still. 

"Then what was last night about?" Enid spoke just as softly as Wednesday did, as she toyed nervously with her fingers. 

"I. . .I panicked, I'm sorry," Wednesday swallowed dryly, her grip on Enid's hand tightened as she scooted closer: her eyes big and pleading and it took everything in Enid to not pull her in a hug. When Enid didn't budge, Wednesday's rambles continued. "It was dumb of me and I don't like Xavier, by the way, I don't know why you would think. . .I just, I just panicked, I'm sorry, and—"

"Hey," Enid interrupted, her tone softer now and she turned Wednesday's hand around to entwine their fingers together. "Shut up for a second."