Secret Little Love Song

I'm Yours

Beginning Note: Today's chapter is NOT based on "Secret Love Song" because it didn't fit the vibe of the chapter. Instead the chapter is based on Bruno Mar's "Just the Way You Are". The premise and plot of the entire fic itself will still follow the original idea of "Secret Love Song" though (I might've also gotten a little tired of listening to that one song on loop for the last four days that I've been writing this fic).

This chapter is a happy response to all the comments I've been getting. I hope everyone enjoys.

Ending her rendition of "Paint it Black" Wednesday lets a long breath out of her nose. Today had been a long day of trying to find a way to escape, each move only bringing her farther from Enid. If Wednesday had a choice, she'd do none of this, but it was Enid's wish, and her wish was Wednesday's command.

Tapping on the music stand, Thing poses a question.

"No, I don't really feel better." She doesn't dignify it with an explanation, and doesn't think she needs to. Feeling horrible in all the wrong ways wasn't in her game plan when she had decided to come see Enid in person.

The window clicks behind her and Wednesday doesn't have to look up to know it's Enid. Not that Wednesday dared to look up. She was afraid to meet Enid's eyes, to see what emotion could possibly be held in this moment as they were about to be separated again. While sadness would kill her in the most glorious way, Wednesday knew there was a possibility of excitement, triumph. If Wednesday never looked, she wouldn't have to see how much Enid wanted her to leave.

"You never told me you played an oversized violin", Enid said quietly.

There were so many options there. If it were anyone else, Wednesday would correct them about the "oversized violin", but this was Enid. Wednesday wanted to apologize, to tell her that there were so many words she couldn't fit into her letters, so many moments she had wanted to share with Enid. Instead Wednesday locked all those thoughts inside her mind and replied, "You never asked."

Out of the corner of her eyes, Wednesday watches Enid's feet step forward so that she's leaning against the railing. Only then does Wednesday dare to look up, seeing Enid's magnificent figure hunched over. Knowing better than to ask why Enid hasn't wolfed out (it had been the reason for Enid's sorrow too many times over the years for Wednesday to count), Wednesday let the silence permeate the balcony.

"Would you play a song for me?"

"I'm afraid I don't know any songs to your taste," Wednesday replies, biting down on her tongue to refrain from adding mi loba to the end. It just flows from Wednesday's brain and feels so natural. Wednesday knows better than that though. Enid's dismissal of her presence is enough to tell her that there's a possibility Enid is no longer hers.

"You're my taste", Enid murmurs. Wednesday's heart skipped a beat.

"What?" Not able to help it, Wednesday holds her breath, waiting for Enid's answer like her life depended on it. Truly, her life may as well have depended on it. Wednesday felt like she was on a precipice of falling, either harder than ever for Enid or right off this balcony and shattering all together from whatever Enid was about to say next.

Turning around to face Wednesday, Enid replied. "Nothing you do could be not to my taste, because it's you, Wednesday."

Standing up and resting her cello against the chair carefully, Wednesday takes a hesitant step forward. "Then... why do you want me to leave?"

"I don't!" Enid frowned, and Wednesday had to frown with her.

Clearly, Enid hadn't wanted her around earlier because Wednesday drove her crazy, and Wednesday was certain Enid didn't enjoy losing her mind the way Wednesday did. "I must admit, you have lost me."