Punctured Lungs (Wednesday x Xavier) DISCONTINUED

Shadows seen

"Fuck Wednesday...you can't be serious." Enid said in disbelief. Her eyes were wide and her hands were clamped together. Wednesday had told her everything and it shook Enid to the core. Wednesday held a threatening stare, "I'm doing it Enid."

Enid sighed, "are you sure? I know you miss him, god I miss him too. But you can't seriously think this is what he would want? This is what Thing would need? Maybe you should just let him rest..." Wednesday set her foot down, "I'm doing it Enid!" she glared.

Enid's breath caught in her foot as she jumped a little. She stared at Wednesday for a moment before sighing, "Well, if you're doing it then...then, I guess I'll help you." Enid offered. Wednesday's eyes changed. They changed from mad to relieved.

She had been going through so much. Wednesday had been undergoing so much stress from everything. And Enid knew there was something off. Enid, (being Enid), wanted to do everything in her power to help her friend.

"Well...catch me up then." Enid smiled softly, tilting her head as she listened to Wednesday's words. Making sure she properly listened and absorbed everything.

~•~

"That's crazy." Enid whispered when Wednesday finished. "Well, it doesn't matter how crazy it sounds, we're doing it and I know for a fact it'll work." The pigtailed girl asserted. Enid nodded, "of course. So this is what you've been doing ever night. Is this what's keeping you up too?" Enid questioned.

Wednesday stiffened, "No. I've just been having trouble sleeping." Enid's eyebrows creased, "Is this because of Xavier?" she wondered. "It has nothing to do with him." Wednesday snapped, eyes darting to look anywhere but Enid's. Enid backed away from the subject and steered Wednesday to another.

The two began planning Thing's revival before heading off to bed. Wednesday picked at her nail polish, noticing it was chipping. She'd repaint them later. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall opposite to her, she couldn't help the thoughts that were floating across her brain.

They were barely anything concrete, like mist setting upon her subconscious. It floated in and out of view and she couldn't even grasp anything. But she couldn't help the gasp escape her lips as she tugged herself out of that state. Seeing Enid come out of the washroom, hair wet and dripping on her shoulders, dressed in her night wear.

"All yours!" She grinned at Wednesday before launching herself into her bed. The mattress bounced beneath her weight as she popped in headphones and started to listen to music. Wednesday watched as Enid pulled out her computer and began working on an essay before going to get ready.

When Wednesday emerged, hair equally as wet and eyes heavy with sleep. Enid was snoring away and Wednesday snuggled closer into her hoodie before getting under the covers.

Her eyes closed and opened over and over again. Shadows danced across the room. Her breath caught in every nightmarish jump scare her subconscious was mustering to torture her. When Wednesday finally managed to sleep, it didn't last long.

She kept shaking herself awake, gasping as she clung to nothing. Her lungs searched for air as holes poked themselves into them one by one, her heart squeezed and ached in her chest. Wednesday felt damned.

Her eyes danced around the room before landing on the window. She hesitated for a moment, getting out of bed before deciding against it and climbing back to the warmth. She looked over at Enid before repeating the same action.

The third time her hand reached the latch. She took a shaky breath before unlatching it and releasing herself to the cold night air.

Wednesday walked the familiar route along the roofs to a dorm she had spent so many nights in. To a light that was still on. To a boy that was still drawing. To music she would only listen to with him.

~••~

Xavier crumbled silently as he scribbled in his sketch book. Over and over again. He hated every drawing with a passion. But he couldn't help but draw the most ridiculous things. Books floating off of shelves. A door cracked open. A tree. Xavier wondered what was going on. Every time he tried to draw it was like he didn't have control of his hand, those images were the only ones that would come out.

It didn't matter wether he put on Cigarettes after Sex, The 1975, The Smiths, Sex Pistols, he even tried fucking One Direction. Nothing was working. Nothing was inspiring him to take control of his hand and draw something else. Nothing but Wednesday.

But even those portraits were full of anguish and pain. Stead stained checks, glassy eyes and a bloody forehead. He muttered to himself as he continued shading a title-less book in a glass bocks.

Of course he didn't notice the soft patter of footsteps on his roof. Nor the figure hovering in front of his window. He was too busy squinting at his page, trying to will his hand to draw something different. Or even add a title to the page.

But instead the book shook, it trembled. The glass box burst open and pages started flipping on their own. Page after page, as if someone was going through them. But Xavier hadn't drawn anybody. He sighed and closed his sketchbook.

He swiftly got up and put his drawing things away. Plugging his phone in, deciding to keep the music playing. Maybe then he'd get some sleep. Xavier jumped as he turned around to go to bed. He didn't expect to be face to face with the love of his life. The one that didn't seem like she would ever speak to him again. Let alone come to his dorm.

"Xavier..." she whispered. He felt his heart stutter. He loved the way she said his name. His heart cracked at the sight of bags under her eyes and his arms reached out towards her. Xavier pulled her into his chest and Wednesday didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his torso.

It was so natural, falling into each other. Xavier hurried his face into her hair, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I'm sorry." Over and over and over again. He'd repeat it until it planted itself into her skull. Into her heart.

"I'm still mad at you." Wednesday told him. Her voice muffled by his chest. Xavier chuckled lowly.  "But not as mad at you. So I suppose we're alright." Wednesday concluded.

Xavier sighed as relief washed over him. He kissed her temple, "Let's get to bed, huh?" He suggested. She nodded, already making her way to her side of his bed. Her back to the wall as she waited for him to crawl in beside her.

They fit together like to halves. Arms wrapped and heads rested, legs tangled automatically. "I couldn't sleep without you, you know?" Xavier mumbled into the darkness. The darkness that didn't feel so dark with her by his side.

"Mmm...I couldn't either." Wednesday breathed. He could tell she was falling asleep. Her breath was shallowing and her grip was loosening. He smiled to himself as she finally slept away. He fell asleep soon after.

How funny it is...body heat radiating off of both bodies. How warm they are together, how cold they were apart. It's as if even the shadows backed away that night and let them sleep soundly. Together. How they wished that moment could have lasted forever.

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Hey guys...so...I can't pump out chapters as fast. But I can still update. Just with bigger gaps and no set dates. I want to thank all of you for supporting me. I truly love and adore all of you.

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