Woe it's Wenclair

The Park

T.W. Talk of Self-harm

Wednesday
We're back at our seats. Enid is eating the steak slowly. One of my hands is stabbing at my food and the other is under the table holding Enid's. She said this is the only way she'd eat the steak. It's worth it, I guess.

"How is it?"

"Pretty good. Thanks for getting it for me."

"You're welcome."

She looks up at me, smiling a little, cheeks pink. I swallow.

"This place is disgusting."

"What would you prefer? Actually don't tell me."

"First off, the lighting is blinding. Secondly-"

"Oh shut up. I love it so you have to deal with it."

"Just like I have to deal with this," I say, pointing under the table.

"You don't like it?"

"No! why would you say that...I hate it."

"That didn't sound so sure."

"It was just eating."

"Mhm... so now that you love me what changes? Can we do hugs now?"

"No. And don't say that."

"Nobody's going to find out your secret." She teases.

"I hate you."

"Not even a threat?"

I pull my hand away from under the table.

"Guess I won't eat the-"

"Yes, you will."

She pouts.

"When, uh, do you wanna talk about the serious stuff?"

She immediately turns away, scratching her neck.

"It's serious?"

"Yes."

"Maybe somewhere not public?"

"Alright. We can do that."

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"You know."

"You've done nothing to me," I state.

"You cried. I made you cry."

"I'd cry more if I figured out what was happening and you didn't tell me," I say calmly.

What did I just say? Am I just going to be an open book like that to her? Something makes me want to say the truth around Enid.

She stares at her plate.

"Hydrate." I push her water towards her.

She rolls her eyes, then stares up at me.

"You're different now."

"How so?"

"Did the lights get to you?" She scoffs.

"What?"

"You're literally blind."

"Not yet."

"Mentally, you are."

"Excuse me?"

"Do you notice how you treat me compared to other people?"

"Yes."

"Exactly. You used to be so, 'Wednesday' to me."

"I believe I am still Wednesday."

"Obviously."