Wenclair One-Shots

You Are Utterly Sadistic (Part 2/4)

Being alone never bothered Wednesday Addams.

Being alone never should have bothered Wednesday Addams.

She was perfectly fine being unbothered by the outside world. If the whole world suddenly decided to stop talking to her, touching her, or even acknowledging her, she wouldn't even bat an eyelash.

Still, she felt uneasy.

She tried to push it down.

What did she care if Enid didn't smother her with affection for once? What did it matter if her garish roommate decided not to cling to her? Why should just this one time bother her so much?

She didn't care. It didn't matter. It didn't bother her.

But still, she stared at the door Enid left through. She stared at the blinding rainbow of a room across from her. It felt more quiet than ever.

A mix of emotions. Disappointment, frustration, emptiness...

She couldn't deny there was something missing.

But it didn't matter what that something was. It was obvious what that something was. But that didn't matter either.

Wednesday wasn't like most people. She didn't succumb to irrational feelings. And she'd never, not even once, stoop so low as to allow the presence of... loneliness.

She went back to work.

At least, she tried to.

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5 days, 3 hours, 20 minutes, and 57 seconds.

Wednesday should have gotten a considerable amount of writing done in this time. She was usually exceptionally productive. Sometimes lethally so.

In this particular stretch, however, she couldn't articulate even a single word.

The irony concerning said period of time wasn't lost on her, as much as she wanted it to be.

It was the exact amount of time since Enid had last touched her.

It had already been 5 days since their... argument? And the blonde wolf had been strangely reserved all the while. She gave Wednesday more space than she had since their first hug in the forest. All the space she could ever need.

Finally, she was left to her own devices. No more excessive neck-hugs that nearly tackled her to the ground. No more flurries of kisses whenever she let her guard down. No more waking up in the morning with a surprise visitor latched on to her. She was free to enjoy her own personal space...

Needless to say, she was going positively insane.