Secret Little Love Song

Every Time...I Die A Little More

So excited about the news that she's getting a new roommate, Enid manages to almost forget Wednesday. Almost. Really, she could never forget Wednesday for a single minute. Even if the world was cruel enough to rip away her memory, her heart would always remember her dark paramour.

Immediately, Enid smiles at the thought, knowing Wednesday would be proud of her inner vocabulary.

The door clicked and opened with no warning, Enid turning around from her laptop that she had been emptily staring at to face the intruder when her heart stopped. It happened every single time this person appeared in her vicinity. It was like she was death itself, stopping Enid's heart and claiming her mind and soul as her own for the time that they were together.

In walked Wednesday herself, the dark knight of Enid's fluffiest dreams. Nobody else that had just walked in even registered into Enid's brain. Not even Principal Weems. Enid had to be dreaming still, she would wake up soon and feel the heartbreak she could bet on it.

Enid could just jump up, run to Wednesday and jump into her arms. Then Wednesday would hold her, murmur into her ear that it was all okay, they didn't have to pretend anymore. Except none of that happened, and Enid's imagination shattered into a million pieces as she realized she could do none of that without revealing too much, resolving to examine Wednesday once again.

Wednesday's face showed no sign of telling surprise as usual. For once, Enid cursed Wednesday's ability to remain stoic. If Principal Weems was here... it meant that Wednesday was her new roommate, right?

Heart exploding into a thundering pound, Enid jumped up, unable to refrain herself anymore at her conclusion. "Howdy, roomie!" She rushed to jump into Wednesday's arms, only to stop right before Wednesday, remembering that she had to keep up the facade no matter what.

It felt like a stake through her heart. Luckily, Enid wasn't a vampire, so despite her smile slipping a little in its brightness, she couldn't help but to continue smiling at Wednesday. How could she not smile when her girlfriend was in front of her for the first time in ages?

In the background, Weems says something, but Enid's brain was simply swirling with questions. Why was Wednesday here? Why hadn't she told Enid she would be here? It was enough to make Enid dizzy. In an attempt to ask what was going on without revealing their link, Enid asked, "Are you feeling okay?" Then realizing such a question would be suspect, she followed it up with, "You look a little pale."

"Wednesday always looks half-dead", the man behind Wednesday.

The fact was that Enid was more than aware of that, it was the tone of Wednesday's skin that was somehow so gorgeously deathly in its hue in the moonlight in Enid's memory. Even in the light of the multicolored window, Wednesday's skin was just another reminder why Enid couldn't resist Wednesday's horrid magnetism. She could not escape a single aspect of it, not even the way that Wednesday radiated cold as if she had just stepped out of a freezer constantly.

Stepping forward in an attempt to feel some of that coldness, Enid doesn't quite realize what she's doing until she's midstep and quickly raises her arms too to pass it off as a hug. Wednesday's eyes sharpen and for the first time in this entire exchange, her face changes into a warning.

Dropping her arms, Enid murmured, "Not a hugger. Got it." Inwardly, Enid wanted to curl up and cry. Of course she should've remembered that Wednesday wouldn't hug her. Not only did Wednesday have an aversion to physical affection, she would never put Enid in jeopardy by revealing their relationship.

Despite that, Enid found herself half angry. Not only had Wednesday sprung this on her without a warning, she wasn't even acknowledging Enid. Don't cry, Enid, Esther's voice reminded her, a wolf doesn't cry.