One shots || fem reader

Failed relationship (epilogue) || Wednesday Addams

You didn't think you would talk to her ever again, but here you were, still not over her, so many questions in your mind. Yes, you already asked for an explanation when you broke up. But there were still things you didn't understand.

Why would she ask you to be her girlfriend if she didn't love you? How could she say 'I love you' for four months without meaning it?

You were still upset about what happened. A part of yourself was mad at her, but the other was more pragmatic; if she didn't live you there was no point in continuing, right? And who were you to try to hold her back if she wasn't happy?

You felt bad sending her a text months after you broke up, but you had to do it for your own good.

You tried to say it in a way that was not aggressive or mean; you wouldn't want to make her feel bad or something. So you simply asked why she asked you out if she didn't have feeling for you.

Her answer was... not what you expected:

It is not exactly that I did not have feelings for you, rather that I only was attracted to you for your person. To say it shortly, I can be attracted to someone for their personality, and then there's a possibility that my feelings might evolve into something more than friendship. As for our situation, my feelings didn't evolve in such a way. Perhaps I was not totally fair with you. If I were, I would have told you that I only wanted more dates to see where it was going. And I did not do that because you told me about past traumas caused by exes, and I did not want to hurt you. For that I apologize. Perhaps if I had got to know more about you, it would have worked.

There was a few sentences that you had trouble understanding, and you couldn't help but think she was kind of blaming it on you, for the traumas part. The last sentence did not help.

You didn't know what to think about her answer.

You decided to do what every saine person would do, and sent the screenshots to your best friend, asking for her opinion.

She was as lost as you on some parts.

You sighed, and turned off your phone, tired of this. It was more than time to stop thinking about her and move on.

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A month after that, you had meet Enid Sinclair. You had seen her around quite frequently, but never really had the courage to talk to her. You wanted to, multiple times, but each time ended up getting scared.

You didn't even understand why you were scared, she seemed so nice...

But one day, you decided it was stupid being scared, and talked to her. Immediately, you knew you wouldn't regret it.

And almost a month later, you were more sure than ever that you wouldn't regret it.

Enid had become one of your favorite people, even in that short amount of time. She was so nice, so sweet, so easy to talk to.

You felt comfortable around her, not judged, and truly enjoyed her company. She brightened your days.

She had almost adopted one of your stuffed animals, Rise, and her evil self, Fall. To be fair, Rise had never been one of your favorite stuffed animals. But since Enid seemed to like her a lot, now you took her with you more often.

You had taken the habit of taking pictures or screenshots whenever you came across her favorite number and sent it to her.

You had some more inside jokes, but it would be too long to talk about them all.

You were so glad you had a friend like her, even if her taste in food was questionable. You knew you could trust her and talk to her about anything, and you hope she knew she could too.

If there was one thing you learned thanks to her, it was that love wasn't everything: good friends were as important -if not more- than a lover.