[Enid Sinclair/Wednesday Addams x Male Reader] Claws and stitches into his heart

[𝟘𝟡] 𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖. [𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝟘𝟙]

"Yes I know what you mean.", I told her. I looked the reflection up and down. Took a step closer. Then again. My tip of the nose was inches away from my own. "What is thou doing?", Goody asked confused. "You know. All I ever did was run. All I ever did was flee from who I was. Who I am. I think now it is the time to accept what I did. I lived my way and I died my way. I didn't tell these stories. To no one, not Wednesday, not Enid. No one. It would just be wrong." 

Wednesday might have admired me for it. But she is just immature. She has no decency about her gruesome topics. She always threatening to be violent, to murder, to torture. She likes death for sure. The thinks she is the apex predator of Nevermore, she thinks her ability to kill makes her evil and terrible. She thinks people fearing her is good. She always acts like killing is hard and she is even harder for being able to do it. She acting like she is good at it. 

But this isn't true. Anybody can kill. This is no art. Any dumb ogre with a stick can kill. I believe she is just a hurt little girl with a soft core inside. But this doesn't matter anymore. Not for me. Nothing does. There is only one thing left to do. I quickly turned around to look at Goody one last time. She was gone. 

"This is for the mother, who looked out for me. This is for the father who wanted better for us. I was not always the son they wanted, but they loved me. Taught me many things. Taught me what it takes to be a man. A good one. Not a hard or strict stone block without emotions. A man. A man who loves, who cares. Who has values, not requirements. Who is good to his friends and helps them. Who is not afraid to show weakness, not afraid to ask for help. 

I got my flaws. I talk too much. I am a bit annoying sometimes. I take things rather personal. I never felt like I was appreciated for the tings I do for people. They just seem to take it for granted. I feel myself too much. I am too much of a people pleaser. I do and pay too much stuff for people who are ungrateful. I regret most of my life. My mind was always stuck inside the past, remembering what was once and not what could be. 

All I ever did was worth nothing. I couldn't even help Enid properly. I left her alone in this cruel world. I was a disappointment to myself. Eine Enttäuschung. Never accomplished anything, never changed anything. 'Hell I couldn't even change!' I was worthless. But this left me with an understanding. Everyone here on this planet has their time. Their time to do things. Their time to be great. And my time now is over. I did what I did. No second chances. 
"Niemals anders, immer gleich.", these were the words I spoke before walking into the reflection of my death.    

"I was never made for this life. Never made for anything.", I then laid down. Closed my eyes...

...and never opened them again. I was gone. Forever.

[Wednesday's POV]
I watched in silence as they lowered his coffin inside the earth. I stood a bit aside because after days of fasting my stomach grew quite loud. I enjoy funerals. I've been crashing them since I was old enough to read the obituary section. Sometimes I wonder who took his life. But in the end was he just a guy who should help me. I was just planning on using him anyways. One tool less. But I can manage.

[Enid's POV]
I was a mess. I was crying the whole time. During the whole ceremony. I simply could not contain myself. I didn't eat, my ribs and hipbones were already showing. I wasn't feeling hungry though, just empty. I didn't sleep. Shadowy eye bags clung onto my eyes. Couldn't brush my teeth. I just missed him so much. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I did love him. Maybe he was right. Maybe behind this colorful bubbly welcoming shield there was, not a heart as big and colorful and bubbly. Maybe there was just a growing hole. I just wished I had the chance to say goodbye properly. 'Wait thats it! Thats the answer. What gets bigger the more you take away?'

'A hole.'