Wenclair's Love Story

1 year 1 month

Wednesday Addams POV:

One year and 1 month later...

I haven't spoken with Enid since the day of the trial - which ended over a year ago. She came to my defense of course, and at the end, the judge and jury found the werewolves guilty on all charges. They were sentenced to prison, had their tails and ears forcefully removed, and were kicked out of the Sinclair pack. A small part of me hoped I would get a chance to talk to Enid after the trial, but she went back to Nevermore before I had the chance.

Life has been different at school since Enid and I broke up. At first it was the talk of the town but after a while It died down. People had forgotten and moved on. In fact, the only person that had failed to move on was me. Even Enid had moved on. In the worst and best way possible.

I wanted her to be happy. But I didn't foresee it happening so soon. I thought it would be a year at least considering how emotional she had been when, a year and a month ago, I broke up with her. I said she'd find someone else. And I was right. Hardly two months after breaking up she had found her new mate.

There is a regrettably large part of me that feels bitter at the new werewolf couple. They are, as people say, perfect for each other. Extraverted, colorful, affectionate, and both werewolves. Everything I am not. If Enid had a male replica, her new mate would be it. Completing each other in a way I never could. Plus their names even fit together.

Adam and Enid. They sound revoltingly pleasant, almost like the biblical names of the supposed first humans - Adam and Eve. -  and if the story was fully applicable here, i'd be the snake that wants to bite his foot off.

They had been seen kissing, rather passionately, almost every day in the corridors. The public displays of affection I've always found to be too gauche, but maybe it's what she needed. They are werewolves after all, and werewolves love to mark their territory.

If they're happy kissing each other's lips to the point they're dry in public for everyone to see, I'm scared to think what they do in private. What had he done with her? That part stung the most. He. It shouldn't have stung that much. Why did it matter to me she decided to date a boy? Maybe it was just the unexpectedness... Maybe I assumed she'd date another girl.

But I was the one who ended things, I shouldn't still be upset over something I'm ultimately glad I did. The months that followed the court case were brutal, and I needed to show up for myself day after day until I could truly live with the events that happened to me. We needed to break up when we did, ever since that fateful day of unwanted hands I've been more weary about touch than ever.

It's good we haven't communicated since the trial. It's better that way. No contact. No feelings. Just focusing on what really matters; Death.

Death has always fascinated me way more than living has, whether it be how someone dies, how long it takes for the life to leave their soul, or the postmortem decomposition process.

To truly master the concept of death, I've done the reverse as well. I know the in's and outs of what it takes to make a new life, and how to end that very soul. I even discovered a way for female same sex couples to have offspring without utilizing a male. Genomes are quite fascinating that way, the possibilities for optimal DNA selection are endless for the future generations - not that I'd ever have children now. I only thought about that possibility if it was with... nevermind.

That discovery went global a few months ago where I now am solidified in history as a pioneer of genetics. The concept of conception without sperm has been thought of for a while, but it took my genetic re-engineering to make it work without any defects in the baby. This year while attending Nevermore, I got to work in a laboratory at Johns Hopkins, switching between the two schools every other week. One to earn my high school diploma, the other to graduate college with my first of many science degrees.