In the End ~ Wednesday x Xavier ~ SLOW-BURN

Chapter 50

A/N: Wow. I would just like to thank those who have stayed long enough to hit the 50th chapter, truly didn't expect as much love and support as y'all have given me. I truly am amazed at how many of you have stayed, and even show your support through comments and votes. I don't like asking for things, and I never will, but you have continuously commented and given me words of encouragement, and I can't thank y'all enough. This story is my pride and joy, it makes me laugh and cry, but in the end (get it?), it means so much more knowing that people get to enjoy it right along with me. Thank you again for 50 chapters of love, my heart goes out to y'all. And of course, as a token of my love, we get another poetic opening to the chapter. <3

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"How can I love someone new, when every night I dream of you?" 

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As the evening dusk settled in around them, they walked as the sky faded into the familiar purple hues of the night, the chilly winter air gracing them with a quick hello. It painted their noses, turning them a rosy red, and left them breathing out foggy air, the coolness beginning to reveal itself. They had no particular destination in mind, rather they waltzed through the empty forest, the beaten trail leading them along. The leaves chimed out against their feet, comforting the lone trees as they howled back, the branches grasping for the moon as it settled in its place. 

He looked down at her, and he felt as if he held the universe in his palm as if he could just wrap his arm around her and feel her burning passion. He didn't want to leave unscathed, he'd burn his hands if it meant holding her for as long as the two dwelled on the earth, then for eternity afterward. He would never set if he were ever the sun, and she the sky. Rather, he would wait, just lingering over the still waters, waiting for her to shine her stars so that they may kiss him with their rays and he grows brighter as he faded away. He was brighter with her, brighter and livelier than he had been in his entire life.

His hand held hers, and she couldn't help but look up at him as he admired his pink nose, his rosy-tinted cheeks, and his cold blue eyes. Her eyes traveled across his features, her eyes taking him in as she allowed just this moment of silence, to be stilled by him. No sea, nor stars, nothing from this world could separate him from her, because this was no longer her world; he was.

It sounded outrageous, that she might make such a claim and expect to be treated normally. No one would believe her if she claimed the tortured artist had captured her heart, that she wanted to make him the center of her writings, and hear his heart beating in the body of her words, across her pages as her spidery writing inked every feeling that had traversed across her soul. No matter how much frustration writing brought to her at times, the satisfying feeling washed over her after each word, after each page, until eventually a book was created from the ideas she had compiled. It wasn't easy to make her own world, make this place where murder and mystery happened at every turn, but it was easy when he was her muse.

Somehow only then did the thoughts inspire her, her hands becoming the holder of every word, every feeling she could ever express. When she thought of him, her heart began to write invisible love letters to his heart, hoping that one day she might get to share those mindless thoughts with the boy, but for now, the ink held her secrets, tucking them away among the blank pages, the seas of white as her heart unfurrowed itself into the journal.

"Are you excited about the upcoming wedding of your father?"

He frowned, forgetting that the wedding was next weekend. It seemed they had been run over with events, their weekends filling up and their studies growing increasingly intense as they had begun the home stretch, with finals being 2 months away. Wednesday of course wasn't worried in the slightest, her cool demeanor completely contradicting Enid's panic.