Secret Little Love Song

I'm In Love

 Tigger was perhaps the one thing that was silent in the class. It was a while before everyone returned to classes at Nevermore with repairs and everything. It had given Wednesday enough time to figure things out, test her boundaries, and learn to defend herself by hearing alone. Anything that breathed, whistled, or rustled could be pinpointed by her hearing. There were, of course, limits. Fencing was no longer something she was able to do because it was too close proximity and the reaction time was too immediate for her to hear and be able to react.

Still, in a classroom like Wednesday was stuck in at the moment, Tigger was the only thing that Wednesday couldn't hear. She could hear the clicking of the clock, the giggling of the gaggle of girls in the back of class, the incessant scratching of Xavier's pencil on the sketchbook whom she sat next to.

They had become fast friends after Xavier's attempt to ward off the devil from within himself. That did not mean that the way he constantly drew during class and how the smell of paint practically assaulted her nostrils was any easier to bear. The scent mixed with those of the flowers around them as the new botany teacher droned on about something that Wednesday absolutely couldn't focus on.

It was a good thing that every class of hers was audio recorded for her as an accommodation.

Suddenly the bell rang, causing Wednesday to wince. Without being able to look at clocks, her inner clock was all messed up. She couldn't tell how fast or slow time moved, the only indication was the bell at the beginning and end of each class.

Reaching out her hand, Tigger's familiar harness slowly slid into her palm. Wednesday was glad it was the end of the day, the vein in her forehead already ticking from the overstimulation. Being forced to be hyper aware of her remaining senses wasn't fun.

Making her way into the room with Tigger's help, Wednesday murmured to him, "Cello." Without a complaint, Tigger led her forward toward her instrument of solace, leading her to set it up on the balcony past their split round window.

The vibrations thrummed through Wednesday's fingers into her body as she played the song, the wind softly caressed her bangs. She knows from a poorly hidden gasp that Enid is beyond her. Ignoring it, Wednesday continues. Letting her fingers run from memory, and feeling alone, Wednesday can't help but close her eyes despite it doing absolutely nothing. Her vision is black regardless. The music simply flows from her flawlessly.

As Wednesday finishes her rendition of the song and slowly lowers her bow, the floorboard creaks, indicating Enid stepping forward.

"Wednesday. That's the song you played that first night on our balcony. Wednesday you're playing again", Enid manages to choke out in disbelief.

Wednesday shrugs in place as if it was nothing, simply looking ahead and waiting as Enid steps closer until she wraps her arms around Wednesday from behind the chair and rests her chin on Wednesday's shoulder. In return Wednesday leans back a little. The warmth of Enid contrasted against the chill of fall. It was a lovely reminder that the world could be so cold without her beloved.

For the longest time, Wednesday had refused to pick up the cello, too afraid that she wouldn't remember the positions well enough to play. It wasn't until six months after the incident while she had been in her room that she felt a tug towards the instrument, missing the feeling of its lacquered black wood in her hands.

Still, she hadn't dared to play in front of anyone until now.

"I wanted to surprise you", Wednesday said, for no reason in particular. She could've gone without saying it, but without seeing Enid's face, Wednesday wasn't sure if she had received Wednesday's gesture as a romantic surprise or a simple miracle of a coincidence.

"You did", Enid replied.

That was enough for Wednesday, as she sat there in Enid's embrace. Losing her vision had made her enjoy the simple things at a slower pace. It had been frustrating to relearn everything at such an agonizingly snail-like tempo, but eventually Wednesday had learned to appreciate it. Just like right then, as the breeze brought the smell of decaying leaves of fall, the sound of the leaves rustling.

Then their moment was interrupted by a yawn, from neither of them. Hearing its paws pad up to them, Wednesday can only guess that's where Enid retreats off to.

"Hey there Tigger", Enid cooed. Wednesday could imagine the grin on Enid's face. It was one of those things that still made Wednesday's heart tug, because she would never see the brightness of Enid's smile ever again.

"I still can't believe we chose a tiger and that I let you name him Tigger", Wednesday said, scowling as she put down her bow. In fact, Wednesday had wanted to get a service animal that was all black, but when she had heard Enid's squeals at the shelter they had gone to, Wednesday couldn't help but hope that it would put a smile on Enid's face more often. A tiger could be just as stealthy as a black jaguar if trained correctly.

Maybe Wednesday was lacking in sight, but her other senses still functioned, and she could hear the sorrow in Enid's voice when she saw Wednesday. More than that, for the longest time it was like Enid was tiptoeing around Wednesday, avoiding the word "look" and things of that nature.

"You love both of us", Enid replies easily as Wednesday feels the furry cat brush up against her side with a purr.

Grabbing onto Tigger's harness, Wednesday lets him guide her to the cello case to put the cello down. Enid was too right. Wednesday loved her, and she could finally say so after everything they had gone through. "I do."

Every day was harsh on Wednesday, but slowly Wednesday was getting used to the feeling, and more importantly she was getting used to the feeling of being loved by Enid. For the first time, it was okay. Enid wasn't going to be taken away, and the girl had made it plenty clear that she would never leave Wednesday's side. So Wednesday was okay as long as it was her and Enid against the world. Okay and maybe Tigger too.