Wenclair One-Shots

Like a Prayer (Part 1/3)

Summary:

"I don't even know your name."

"Wednesday."

Enid blinked. "What?"

"My name is Wednesday. Wednesday Addams."

Enid cleared her throat.

It was the strangest name, and it made the most sense.

(EnidStoleMyWig's Comments)THIS ONE IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT, LIKE A FULL BLOWN MYSTERY STORY, BUT I PROMISE
YOU ITS WORTH THE READ AND THE AUTHOR DID AN AMAZING JOB! ITS CONFUSING AT THE START BUT YOU GET TO UNDERSTAND IT!!!
ILL WRITE AN EASIER SUMMARY INCASE YOU ARE CONFUSED!
Easier Summary  :

Enid works as a professor in Nevermore when she is accidently cursed into an eternal sleep. In this sleep she dreams of a fake life with Ajax. Wednesday ( her ex girlfriend ) haunts and stalks her in this dream in attempts to wake her up from it. If enid doesn't wake up, her organs will fail her.
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Enid was unsure if she would ever be satisfied with the frizzy texture of her hair.

"I need another minute," She stated.

Ajax Petropolus tossed his phone on the bed they had shared last night. Along with the night before, and the previous one as well. It was covered by a fitted duvet that Enid was more fond of than the majority of the ornamental homegoods she had amassed over the years.

"You always need another minute," He argued.

Enid, who was clad in a peony-colored mini-dress, fidgeted – the rosey lace at the hem was tickling her thighs. A second later, Enid clipped her hair up before scrunching her features at the reflection in the mirror. So, being properly unsatisfied and displeased, she disentangled the barrette carefully. Her waves of blonde strands tumbled down, and she could hear a muffled groan from her boyfriend, or – as of two weeks ago – her fiancé.

They had been visiting Paris – staring and pointing at the Eiffel Tower until he propped himself on one knee with a three-karat ring and fat beads of sweat collected at his forehead. Just a few yards away, there had been a band of middle-aged violinists churning out some French ballad she didn't recognize. While the pair were serenaded, the smell of magnolias was rich in the air, finally blooming under a sun that was being coaxed out from an approaching Spring. 

It was cloyingly simplistic and cliché.

Enid loved every single second of it.

She squealed as a form of an answer, and she wore a smile that acknowledged that her life had shifted in a single second.

Ajax wanted to take his time and amble with ease instead of commencing a marching rally through their engagement. Yet Enid was not a woman meant for ambling, so before even boarding her flight back, she had already created an excel sheet for possible buffet caterers who could be available by September.

"You look great," Ajax stated, and Enid could see him approaching from behind in the mirror. He raised an eyebrow while the corner of his lip twitched. "Absolutely stunning."

Enid's smile was nothing short of a beam. "Why, thank you."

"So," He said, slowly returning the smile with a crooked grin, puffing out a slow breath while he did so. "Ready to go?"

Ajax's expression was hopeful and a seed of guilt planted itself in Enid's chest.

"Almost," Enid answered, scrambling through her handbag before pulling out a tube of pink lipstick that had hid behind a collection of used brushes and bright eyeshadow pallets.