Wenclair One-Shots

Cry To Me

Summary:

Enid overhears Wednesday's new cello piece thinking it's meant for somebody else.

Wednesday just wants to know who hurt Enid and why she's crying.

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Lilting and solum notes fill the air. The heavily clouded sky parting just for the moon to illuminate the scene.

The balcony provides all the space she needs to play her impassioned melody. Each note writing a letter to her beloved. If only they could hear it now. For the darkness that is her life, Enid has become her glistening star. The only source of light in her never ending blue period.

As she continues playing, fully engrossed, Wednesday fails to notice the person of her desires watching. Listening to everything her music has to say.

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Upon entering their shared room, Enid is surprised to say the least. Sure she's seen Wednesday's cello, but it's never been touched in her presence. When she did ask her roommate, Wednesday merely commented that "It'll only fall upon deaf and untuned ears." Since then, Enid has been dreaming of the day she finally got to hear Wednesday play. Smiling widely to herself, she realizes that her wait was ever so worth it.

Slowly and carefully entering the room, she locks the door behind her. Not wanting anyone to interrupt the scene before her. And what a beautiful scene it was.

Wednesday's usual rigid posture was subtly relaxed. Vulnerable in a way. Shared with only the moon and stars.

Her hand glided gracefully over the strings, never missing a note. The bow arched back and forth in a slow, rocking motion, pulling soft and tender notes from the cello. She played the instrument with the utmost care. Almost as if she were caressing a loved one.

Enid couldn't help but stare in love struck awe at the girl who captured her heart with her promised threats and cold appearances. Tip-toeing closer, Enid was finally able to see the expression on Wednesday's face. Her eyebrows were furrowed in not concentration, but...sadness? Why? What reason would her roommate have to be sad about? It's not like anything new has happened. At least, nothing Enid knew of.

So why did Wednesday look so full of desolation?

As the song came to a close, Wednesday tilted her head down, almost hiding in on herself. Her bangs covered her eyes, as she drew out the last few notes. Enid listened as she poured her raw emotions into them. It was such an uncharacteristic display for Wednesday. She's never shown any emotion this openly before. It made Enid's heart break and swell with such affection for this girl. Wanting to do anything she could to comfort her. To tell Wednesday everything will be alright. To make her know, she's cared for and loved dearly. But she couldn't... Wednesday wouldn't be interested in her words. She would probably take them as pity. Think of them as empty promises with no intent to fill them.

A choked sob leaves Enid's lips. Forcing her to wipe her tears away roughly as Wednesday, for the first time, notices her presence. Enid hears a chair scrape against cement. A solid thunk follows as Wednesday's beloved cello hits the floor in her rush. Careless to what happens to it.

...She could always have Thing repair it.

Soft, yet cold hands cover Enid's, gently prying them away from her face. Enid can't get herself to look at Wednesday. Not wanting to make this any more intimate than it already was.

Wednesday's hands return, one on each side of her face. She pauses before slowly turning Enid's face to meet hers. Eyes full of unhidden concern as she stares deeply into Enid's own. "What happened?" Her voice is strong, filled with the promise to ensure Enid's safety. Enid's happiness.