Darkness at the Heart of My Love || Wenclair

Chapter 38: Raven and Wolf

Enid's POV

"A curse?" I ask softly, and really confused. I watch as she lowers her head a little, looking at the ground, her hands folded in her lap. She doesn't respond right away, but she eventually nods.

"The Addams Family curse." She says with a hint of disgust in her voice. "Just how werewolves mate for life, Addams' will love for life. Once we find our person, an Addams will do almost anything for their partner, to keep their love, even if the other person rejects them." She says avoiding eye contact with me, but I am really intrigued and kind of staring at her without realizing it. "It's the reason my parents can't be away from each other for more than five minutes at a time, the reason they can't keep ahold of themselves and make-out almost anywhere anytime." Her eye twitches slightly. "And it seems... that you are the one I love."

I stare at Wednesday, my mind going a mile a minute. She... is in love with me? The Wednesday Addams, the same Wednesday Addams who called me an annoying distraction, that I was too cheery and colorful, and the same Wednesday Addams who didn't care about me at... all... That's when it hit me. The entire time at Nevermore, since she arrived, all she did was care and protect me. She was just putting up a front of being cold and heartless, when in reality, she was just showing she cared in her weird, spooky way. All those times... She cared...

When I asked her to hang out sometime, instead of flat out saying 'no', she made sure to say she'd think about it.

When Thing was mad at her and she needed my help, she listened to me and went and apologized to him. That's when Yoko started saying she had a crush on me but I refused it since there was no chance in hell she would like me.

"Wish me luck!" I said nervously as I was heading out of the dorm for my first date with Ajax. "If he breaks your heart, I'll nail gun his." Was she jealous? Or just protective... Or...both?

When I gave her the snood for her birthday, she didn't tell me she hated it... She told me that we would wear them on special occasions. If she was being serious, she would've told me outright she hated it. But she was trying to spare my feelings and chose her words specifically.

The entire time at the Gates' house, she was making sure I was within arms reach when the monster was after us. She always looked back at me but I was too focused on the monster at the time to realize it. She made sure I was the first one out during our escape...

The night I walked out on her to stay at Yoko's, her eyes had a hint of sadness and fear. I hated it. I knew I should have stayed but... I was angry. When I would return throughout those three days, usually because I "forgot something", she didn't say a word, she glanced at me but even those glances seemed... different. When I did return, I could tell she missed me but played it off as Thing missing me.

When she got expelled, as she was leaving we were saying our goodbyes. She said she would be reminded of me in multiple ways and I knew that she could have just easily left it at a simple no, but she took the time to explain.

And of course, the hug. She never touches anyone willingly, she never shows emotion, at least not in front of anyone. But in front of the entire Nevermore student body, she initiated a hug. One I will never forget. The first one to make me feel safe and protected. The hug that made me realize that I loved her. Wednesday Addams actually had a soft spot for me the entire time.

I snap out of the little trance I was in to see Wednesday still sitting on the bench and I don't hesitate to get down to her level and hug her. I know she might not say she wants one, but when her arms slowly snake around my body and grip me tight, I know she needed one. I let go the minute she starts to pull away. I refuse to lose her trust in me and I don't want to over step any boundaries. Her eyes seem soft and she sighs softly after staring at each other for a moment. She pats the seat next to her and I quickly sit down, our shoulders barely touching.

We sit in silence for a little while. I didn't know how to respond but eventually I break the silence.

"I...Wednesday?" I say softly, keeping my head lowered and staring at the ground.

"Yes Enid?" Wednesday's voice was soft. Still trying act stoic but I can feel her emotion and the changes in her heart beat. I feel as if she already knows what I'm about to say but she is letting me take my time as I tey and figure out how to say it. After another few moments of silence, I get the courage to tell her.

"Wednesday, I..." I pause again, not sure how I want to say it. The events of today playing through my head. What if this is all a dream? Or what if she doesn't accept me? Or... I stop myself and take a breath, standing up. But when I turn around, I am taken a back slightly, my eyes watering a little."

Wednesday's POV
I've waiting for this moment the entire night, but I am afraid she's going to try to beat me to it. I watch as she stands up and I take this as my opportunity. I grab a black rose from the bush behind me and I stand up. She turns around and before she can say anything, I start.

"Enid Sinclair. Although I despise the amount of color you wear and use, the amount of stuffed creatures you own, and how you are always on that obnoxious device called a phone, you are also the first person to respect my boundaries, try hard to be what you call a friend, and to help me in my investigations. I do not appreciate the fact you risked your life to save mine. But without you, I would have met an early grave, not have been able to save the school or defeat Crackstone and Laurel. I am... sorry... for causing you distress the last few weeks. Tyler and Laurel kidnapped me but I am here now and I refuse to lose this chance. When I was in a coma, I experienced a nightmare beyond comprehension, but perhaps, it was needed. So, in light of recent events, Enid Sinclair, it would be an honor to court you."

I say without exactly realizing what I said. Perhaps she can read it on my facial expression because thinking about it makes me want to vomit. I didn't realize  this entire time, I was avoiding to be like my mother, however, I am actually more like my father. But, I try  my best to hold my disgust down for how much emotion I expressed and wait for Enid's answer.

I watch as her eyes widen, tears building, but her smile, is plastered across her face larger than I have ever seen it and I can't help but allow a small tug at the corner of my lip produce a faint smile. I present the rose and watch as the tears start falling down her bright red cheeks.

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Apologies for the amount of time it took for me to produce this. I had major writing block on top of health issues, on top of school, on top of work. I am almost done with a school and my writers block has faded so I will be writing more frequently! Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy!