♡ Buried Feelings - Wenclair ♡

Intervention

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Wednesday quietly opened the door.

Enid and Thing jumped, almost tipping the nail polish over. Enid shied away a bit, but Thing motioned that it was okay.

Wednesday was staring at her shoes. Enid's ears drooped, and so did her heart. She hated seeing her roommate upset, even if she was infuriating at times. (In more ways than one.)

She watched (not very subtly) as Wednesday shuffled over to her bed. She sat down and stared at the multicolored window in the center of the room. Enid craned her head to stare at it too. There was nothing new about it. The school for some reason hadn't bothered to replace the color on Wednesday's half. Enid didn't mind though. She'd rather have the whole window dark if it meant Wednesday was happy.

"Wednesday?" Enid asked innocently.

Wednesday glanced over and Enid swore her whole expression softened. It made Enid's heart leap. Immediately, the two girls looked away from each other.

Enid decided to be brave. "Is everything okay Wednesday?"

Wednesday peeked at her. Her eyes were more emotional than Enid had ever seen them. She was curious now.

"What's on your mind? You know you can tell me." She said gently.

"You." Wednesday thought.

"Homicide." She said quickly.

Enid nodded sharply. Why was she surprised?

"Well, I'm going out for a while with the girls. The boys might tag along too." Enid peeked at Wednesday across the room. "You could come too if you want?" Wednesday didn't respond but Enid swore she turned a warmer color.

"No." Wednesday stood but still wouldn't look at her. "I should be writing at this time anyway."

Enid slumped a bit. "Yes, right." She stood, slipped her sneakers on, and opened the door. "See you at dinner!"

The door shut and the room went silent. God, how Wednesday had grown to hate silence. She was fine with quiet but silence was different. It was. . . nothing. It was also when she was most prone to let her mind wander, which in turn meant she was most prone to worrying and possible panic attacks.

Luckily, Thing had stayed behind.

"You got to do something." He signed. For once, she let him continue. "Your emotions, that you try not to feel, are getting to be too much for you. You need to face the root of the problem."

"The root of the problem just left." Wednesday snapped quietly. "For the past two years, that. . . hot pink dog has been like a headache I can't get rid of."

"I think you know why." Thing said, looking surprisingly grumpy.

Wednesday did know why. But for maybe the second time in her life, she was scared. Scared of loving someone like that again. Scared of how Enid might react when Wednesday had unknowingly rejected her nearly a dozen times already.

But Enid still kept trying. And that was something Wednesday could admire. . . and possibly learn from.

"I shouldn't have let her leave." Wednesday whispered.