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15 (death is busy) (FLUFF)

waking up in wednesday's arms everyday is a blessing to enid.

enid's warmth filled wednesday's empty heart. the one whom has been broken one too many times.

well, not everything is perfect to them.

they are locked in this wooden box with no way out. staring at the same dark corner everyday isn't fun anymore. it never was. 

wednesday would tell enid everything that was on her mind. her childhood stories were enid's favorite.

at one point, enid started recalling memories from that night.

it was just a normal night. the sky was full of stars and the moon was shining brightly. 

wednesday and enid were crossing the road when suddenly, everything went black and they woke up in this box.

they've been here for years.

years turned into decades even.

they lost count.

enid could smell roses that started to bloom. that beautiful smell that filled her rotting lungs.

the spring awakening.

it started to rain. rain makes enid feel bored.

''how much longer?'' enid asks wednesday.

''till death do us part.'' wednesday replies softly.

however, enid has been hearing that sentence for years now.

''death must be really busy.'' 

enid thinks to herself and snuggles closer to wednesday listening to the raindrops falling onto their wooden coffin.

sometimes, even death can't separate the growing love between two people.

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for those who are having difficulties understanding this part here's an explanation.

wednesday and enid died in a freak accident and are buried together. however, death never came to collect their souls because he can't. their love is too strong to be separated. and they are two souls stuck in a coffin.