Secret Little Love Song

Love That is Hopeless

Beginning Note: This song was written to Taylor Swift's "Champagne Problems". I was actually going to skip over these two parts, deeming it unnecessary, but then I tried doing that and scrapped the entire chapter yesterday because each part ended up so short it wasn't worth publishing for people to read. I have to warn all readers that this story is coming to an end in the next few chapters for better or worse as I have decided not to follow the tv show anymore and go off on my own to finish this story in a way that is true to its original idea.

Immediately aware of the coldness near her when she wakes up, Enid lifts up her head to look around only to squeak at the sight of Wednesday's eyes wide open and staring back at her.

Jumping backward, Enid winces as she pulls on her wound.

Faster than Enid can react, Wednesday's hand shoots out from her cross armed position to steady her and stop her from moving further. Enid feels the electricity running up her arm as if Wednesday herself was a power plant.

Brain groggy, Enid has a hard time catching herself up on what happened the previous night. She couldn't believe she had slept next to Wednesday, with her head on Wednesday's shoulder, no less. It was their first time ever doing so. It was a big thing!

To add to her already flustered thoughts, Wednesday was staring at her with that intense, scrutinizing type of gaze.

"I-I'm- I'm going to go to the bathroom!" Enid manages to squeak out before running off. Wednesday lets her, letting go of her as she races off. Once in the bathroom, Enid splashes water on her face in an attempt to cool down and make her face less red. Wednesday had no right to affect her so much, and yet she did. In all honesty, Enid couldn't get enough of how Wednesday always made her feel like a chaotic mess on the inside, always throwing her off kilter.

Luckily nobody was there to witness Enid's complete chaos. After a few minutes giving herself a pep talk in the mirror, Enid walks back to their room to face whatever Wednesday had going on. Maybe Wednesday would have her hair out of her braid or Wednesday would make up for the dance by offering to dance with her. Enid was ready to freak out no matter what happened.

Or so she thought. She did not account for the fact that Wednesday would be literally pacing back and forth in their room while twiddling with a whole cannon ball as if it was a fidget toy.

Wednesday completely ignores Enid as she walks in, even as the door closes behind her and she takes a few step toward the said girl. "Wednesday?" Enid calls out to her.

Eyes snapping up in wide surprise, Wednesday stiffens, hands already shifting on the cannonball to launch it. Upon seeing Enid's familiar face, Wednesday relaxes a little. "Enid", she breathes out in relief.

"What's on your mind?" Enid asks, taking another step closer. At Enid's words, Wednesday frowns, absentmindedly starting to fidget with the cannonball again by shifting its weight back and forth from hand to hand. For all the years she had spent reading Wednesday's mannerisms and expressions, this was one she had never seen.

The way Wednesday looked at her, the way Wednesday couldn't seem to keep her hands still, it was all so new. It was as if... "It doesn't matter, because someday you won't be here to ask that." Yes, the way her voice shook, the way Wednesday looked at her as if she would disappear right then and there, it was fear.

Enid had never seen Wednesday give in and simply feel her emotions, especially not fear. Yet, here Wednesday was, baring herself to Enid, absolutely terrified of what Enid would say next.

The worst part is that Enid knows. She knows that someday she won't exist to catch Wednesday's heart of glass. When the devil takes her, Wednesday's falling heart will hit the floor and shatter.

Even if Wednesday got on her knees and asked Enid to marry her right then and there, they both knew that a "yes" would be a lie. They didn't have the time to live a life out together, and they had never hoped to.

It breaks Enid to imagine it, but she knows that one day another pair will occupy the space they call theirs right now. They would be unaware of the star crossed couple that had occupied it before.

As time went on, Wednesday would have to move on too, until one day an october breeze would come by like the one that wafted in at that moment as Wednesday waited for Enid's answer, and it wouldn't remind Wednesday of Enid anymore.

Maybe Enid should've reassured Wednesday, but she couldn't think of one word that wouldn't be a lie, that she wouldn't regret telling Wednesday in the end. Instead, something bubbled up her throat, choking her as tears brimmed in her eyes. "Don't forget me", Enid asked in an almost whisper.

Setting the cannonball down, Wednesday steps forward until they are close enough and reaches a hand out to Enid, waiting until Enid takes it so that their hands hang, joined together between them. Then Wednesday looks her in the eyes and says, "Enid. The mark you have left on me is indelible. Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I'll think of you."

Nodding, Enid doesn't trust her voice to say something coherent, so instead she does what she knows best and uses physical affection. She steps forward and kisses Wednesday on the forehead, hoping that Wednesday understands. Enid doesn't want to leave Wednesday behind in the slightest, and it hurts to think of a future where she won't be by Wednesday's side. All Enid can do is leave the best memories possible and hope they keep Wednesday going on the worst of days.

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The rest of the day doesn't get easier for either of them.

Wednesday is absolutely uncomfortable as she sits on the cramped couch between her parents that was specially brought into Weems' now crowded office, facing the Sinclair family. Well the family was an overstatement, it was really just Enid's parents and Matthew, but it was plenty of people to make the room feel suffocatingly small.

Not to mention Weems had just dropped the bomb of the contract with the devil on both families. Wednesday hadn't liked the idea, but Weems had insisted that she had no say in such a thing if she wanted Enid as safe as possible.

Wednesday counted the seconds. It took exactly ten before Esther Sinclair's livid voice cut through the silence. "So you mean to tell me, Enid, that you went and fell in love, and ruined your own chance at life?" Ready to stand up for Enid, Wednesday starts to move and open her mouth when her mother puts a hand over hers gently.

That's when Wednesday watches Enid, whose face goes from scared to outraged. "Why is it my fault even now?" Enid stands up, whipping to face her mother. "I'm going to die, and it's still my fault? I'm sorry I have feelings, I'm sorry I can't control love and feelings, is that better?!"

"Enid Sinclair! You do not speak to me that way!" Esther throws back, scolding her with no sympathy.

Enid shakes her head in anger mutely before storming off, throwing the doors to the office wide open. In pure instinct, Wednesday and Matthew both jump up to chase after her.

They barely see the sleeve of her colorful sweater turn the corner as they dash out of the office, almost knocking down several students as they chased her down, out of the school and down the property into the woods until the tree line opened up again to reveal the docks of the lake.

There Enid sat on the wooden dock, legs dangling over and kicking back and forth slowly. Wednesday and Matthew each sat down on one side of Enid, all three of them looking out at the lake that shimmered in the daylight.

"She'll come around eventually", Matthew reasons.

Enid nods. "I know. I'm just not sure I'll be around long enough to see it."