Darkness at the Heart of My Love || Wenclair

Chapter 21: A Painters True Colors.

I crack open my violin case and pull out the sheet music from my backpack. I look at the sheet music I got from the Addams. I set up my stand, place the sheet music and rosin my bow. I face away from her, the thought and idea of Wednesday watching me play makes me nervous. I take a deep breath before starting to play.

I get lost in the music, playing with my whole heart, my fingers moving quickly, hitting every note, the sound of an orchestra playing with me.

Wednesday's POV

I stop what I am doing and turn to see Enid playing her violin. It's the same song she played while staying with us. My curiosity peaks and I get up to see the sheet music. I am puzzled. It's blank. All the pages are blank! I flip through all the pages, each one blank. So what is she playing? I look back at the sheet music cover and it suddenly bears a title:

"A Song, Only for a Lover."

There is no composer or date but it sounds so...interesting, almost as if I am drawn to it, again. I place the music back on the stand and sit down, watching Enid dance and play, as if she's in her own little world. I must have gotten lost watching Enid because I am slightly startled by Thing tapping on my shoulder. I quickly return my attention to my writing and research as if nothing happened.

"Don't you need to see Xavier tonight about the new paintings?" Thing signs quickly. I huff. "Of course not. He threatened Enid. I would kill him if I went tonight" I say annoyed that Thing would even bother me with such a stupid issue. Except... The new paintings might give me insight into who my stalker is.

I look back at Enid, still playing. "I will wait, Thing. I'll wait until dark and after she's asleep. I'll slip out and sneak into his shed to look at the paintings. I've already scoped it out. I passed it while looking for Enid earlier and it's still the same lock as last semester, so it will be simple." I say confidently. "Are you sure you should go alone? He is kind of a creep. AND you did falsely accuse him and got him arrested." Thing signs and I look back at Enid. "I do not want to worry her. She has enough to deal with on her own. It will be a quick visit, check the paintings, take notes, and leave. She won't know. And you won't tell her." I say almost growling through my teeth as I hold Thing down on my desk. "If she finds out, I will chop off each finger and lock you in the drawer till the end of time." Thing surrenders and promises not to tell Enid.

Enid finishes playing and I hear her panting. Thing is giving her a thumbs up and I turn to look at her. "That was most... interesting Enid." I say as she catches her breath. However, interesting was not the correct choice of words. It was the most exquisite, most beautiful, but I could not tell her that. "I wasn't aware you played." I say curiously.

"Yeah! I've played for a while, I just didn't want to bother you and your writing time" she says with a giggle as I roll my eyes. "I was forced to stop playing after my mom found out... Says it was annoying and I sucked at it... So I decided to only play by myself. But I wanted to try and play in front of you, because I know you wouldn't lie about how well I played." She says as she packs up her things.

She wants me to be honest. I want to tell her how wonderful it was, how beautiful she looked as she played and danced. But the only thing I said was "It was okay." Even though she smiled and took it as a compliment, it was an understatement.

The rest of the evening was just Enid talking as she added new gossip to her blog or going on rants about Yoko and Divina's relationship. I paid no attention, instead I was finishing up the mound of textbooks I was reading regarding werewolves, taking notes which reignited my curiosity for the creatures. Eventually Enid fell asleep, her phone in her hands, her laptop still playing music of some kind, and she is still in her school uniform. I decide to still execute my plan. I turn off the lights and quietly shut off her laptop, sneaking out the door and exiting Nevermore. It's not a far walk to Xavier's shed but it's a journey I would rather not do. Thing is on my shoulder and I can feel him tapping trying to talk to me. I try to ignore him until I can't.