Woe it's Wenclair

Deceivement

Enid

"Whatever you're planning... whatever you want to do... I don't want you to do it alone."

"I don't trust others." She grumbles.

"I know. But you trust me-"

"No. Don't start, Enid." She pulls her hand away from mine and looks me in the eye. "I'm not putting you in danger."

I sigh, frustrated. Can't she see how hypocritical she's being?

"And I'm not putting you in danger!" I retort, exasperated.

"This is the best plan." She reasons.

"I don't even know what's going on, Wens, you can't make that decision by yourself!"

"What else am I supposed to do? I can't tell you, Enid."

"Talk to the police, the headmaster-" I try to reason.

"I can't." She mutters, looking away.

"What do you mean you can't?" I question.

"I just cannot, Enid. That would make things much worse."

I take a deep breath.

"I'm not letting you do this," I announce, looking at her with intensity.

She looks at the ground for a moment, as if thinking deeply about something.

"Fine."

I open my mouth to argue, but then realize what she said.

"Really? So you won't?"

"No. I'll- I'll listen to you," she says, gritting her teeth.

I smile. "Thanks, Wens. Everything's going to be alright, okay?"

"You- we should go," she mutters, changing the topic.

"Right." I nod, scooting off of the bed to grab my bag.

She fumbles with something underneath her bed and I shrug, checking myself in my mirror.

"You ready?" I ask, running my hands through my hair.

"In a bit." She calls from the bathroom.

I grab my phone and wait by the door. I've started scrolling Instagram when her hand cups my face and she gives me a gentle kiss.

"Hey," I smile, face warm.

"Hey."

"Ready to go?"

"Yes, but, you should drink something when you wake up, you know... stay hydrated," she says, handing me a glass of water.

"Oh my god, you're so sweet! And to think you wanted me dead a few months ago." I smile, downing the glass.

"Yes. Things change," she says quietly, as she takes the glass and sets it down.

"I'm sorry Enid."

"What?" I ask, laughing. I try to walk forward but find myself becoming incredibly dizzy.

"...why... why am I so dizzy?" I laugh, trying to keep my balance.

She grabs my waist to steady me.

"I'm sorry." She says, meeting my eyes, but I can't tell which Wednesday is which, they're all around me, spinning.

"...what?... what did you..." I gurgle, feeling myself fall into her arms.

"I'm sorry."

I'm being carried onto my bed... but no, my lessons! It's not time to sleep, is it? I swore it was morning...