"You've always liked roses," Wednesday said, handing Enid a blood-red rose on their one-month anniversary. Enid's blue eyes sparkled with gratitude as she accepted the delicate bloom, a contrast against the solemn surroundings of the Addams estate.
Their unconventional love blossomed in the most unusual places-bonding over macabre tales and moonlit cemetery strolls. Enid, with her ethereal beauty and fascinations for colorful thing, perfectly complemented Wednesday's enigmatic aura. Their romance thrived in the shadows, a dance of dark hearts entwined.
As the days passed, their affection deepened, but their connection was marred by an inevitable fate lurking beneath the surface. Wednesday's affection for Enid grew like a haunting melody, playing endlessly in her soul. Yet, their love story bore the seeds of tragedy, an irrevocable fate that fatefully unfolded.
The passing months revealed Enid's fragile health, a secret she concealed with her signature poise. Wednesday noticed the subtle decline, the fading vibrancy of her beloved Enid. But love blinded Wednesday to the looming specter of mortality.
On a sorrowful, rain-soaked evening, Enid's frail body succumbed to the merciless grasp of illness. With her last breath, Wednesday whispered, "hey,Cara Mia " placing the blood-red bloom tenderly upon her chest first
Wednesday's world shattered, her heart entombed in sorrow. In the hallowed grounds of the Addams family cemetery, Enid's final resting place, Wednesday stood, cloaked in mourning black. The mournful wind whispered through the gnarled branches, carrying the essence of their love.
With trembling hands, Wednesday placed a single rose upon Enid's grave, tears cascading down her pale cheeks, mingling with the rain. The blood-red rose lay against the headstone, a symbol of love immortalized yet tragically withered.
In that solitary moment, Wednesday bid farewell to her beloved Enid, etching their haunting love story into the annals of time. The echo of their unconventional romance lingered among the tombstones, an ode to a love that defied the boundaries of life and death.
As darkness descended upon the cemetery, Wednesday, clad in mourning attire, left with memories that would forever haunt her soul. Enid Sinclair had departed, leaving behind a love that transcended the mortal realm-a love immortalized by a single blood-red rose upon her grave. "you've always liked rose" the raven girl whispering for the last time
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Fanfiction◇Wenclair but it not as joyful as you imagine I love my sad Wenclair◇ Sorry if I make mistakes English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic ♡
