"I hate her. I despise her. I dislike her greatly. I..." Wednesday hardly thinks when she tries to find some disgraceful words toward her annoying and disrespectful roommate.
"You love her." Thing interrupts one of the very few of Wednesday's external monologues.
"That's... Correct." She should be shocked. She should be staggered. She should.
Instead, Wednesday just blinks and blinks and blinks. Love? That's a surprisingly very accurate answer. But why? She needs to concentrate on that, ugh, feeling in the future. Perhaps she could find some answers in Nevermore's library? Possibly. Wednesday could ask Enid for help as well. That sunshine girl probably knows everything when it comes to the roots of love.
But no. Asking, Enid, and feelings are not a good trio. Anyway, not for Wednesday.
And maybe, just maybe, that poisoning love will spread through her body and just... disappear? Or at least dilute in her dark Addams blood? Yes. Wednesday only has to wait patiently. There is no need to speak to Enid. Very well.
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Wenclair One Shots Chaotic Pack
FanfictionJust some sweet and sour wenclair one shots.
