Never Again ➳ wenclair

two.

A week passed since Wednesday and Enid's kiss, and in that period, Enid noticed a vast change in their relationship. It wasn't a change that was prominent to the naked eye, no, it was a change of vibe, the atmosphere around them. It was a change caught in lingering stares, delayed touches, and the flickering sparks around them. It was intangible, but it was the heaviest thing Enid had ever felt, heavier, even than her feelings for the Gorgon boy. 

The boy and Enid's relationship blossomed as well. For the most part, Enid was happy with him. She enjoyed their dates, they could talk for hours without boredom, and their level of understanding was far superior to any other relationship she had previously. However, when it came to the closeness, arguably, all couples yearn for, that was where their relationship faltered. 

When Ajax initiated kisses — as he had always done for the duration of the week — a certain macabre face would flash on the deepest corners of Enid's desires, clouding her mind with disappointment when Ajax's lips aren't as soft, or as cold, or as electrifying as Wednesday's, the disappointment would hinder her performance, and Ajax would part the kiss with a muddled frown. 

Much like that night, the third time this had happened within the duration of the week.

"Everything okay?" A sheepish chuckle parted from Ajax's lips, his tone soft but his eyes anything but as he searched Enid's face. 

"Yeah, yes, I'm sorry." 

They were in the seclusion of Crackstone's Crypt, a picnic mat sprawled beneath them as they sat, the proximity warmed Ajax: his cheeks tinted pink but Enid felt perfectly fine.

"Are you sure? 'Cause, this is not the first time. . ." The boy trailed off but Enid understood where he was getting at. 

In her head, she cursed the midnight-haired daydream and moved forward to cling to his lips: he eagerly kissed back, his hand returning to where it was once: clutching on Enid's nape to hold her close as their kiss deepened. Another contrast Enid noticed from many: Ajax's demeanor with her was brisk, and eager, while Wednesday was rather patient, soft, and so, so gentle. 

And that was all for the macabre girl to invade her mind till all she could see was the dark brown of her eyes. Enid clenched her lids. Ajax kissed her harder, she felt him tug at her lower lip so she parted them, allowing him access as she sunk deeper into her own head. 

Wednesday. 

All Enid could see now was her, the deep red of her lips after their kiss, the glisten in them, so inviting. Wednesday. Enid's mind fogged to a point that through the haze, she could almost hear the other girl: the gasp she tried to suppress when their lips first touched, the hum, the low pants after. Wednesday. Enid almost said her name aloud, maybe she did. 

Ajax parted from the kiss, and the tranquility in her head broke as she opened her lids to meet his hungry stare. He had towered over her in a way that she was almost laying on the ragged ground concealed merely by a thin sheet, there was a glint in his eyes. 

"Is this okay?" He rasped, and Enid knew this would far surpass a makeout session.

"Uh, maybe not right this second," Enid swallowed. 

A heat grew in the corners of her stomach, a heat that wasn't for or caused by the Gorgon boy, whose glint faltered, perhaps in disappointment, but he respected her wish nevertheless. 

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When Enid returned to the dorm room Wednesday and she shared, the moon had hidden as well. The night was mercilessly dark, and even through dimly lit hallways, Enid found she struggled to walk. So, when she felt the familiar knob in her clutch, she was glad to be home again.