Enid's POV:
In front of me there stands the tall, black metal gates that separate me from my girl.
I grab two of the iron bars that are situated on the middle of the gate, the coldness of the untouched bars spread across my palms and to my fingers, sending light shivers up my arms. Unwillingly, my nails grow sharp, like a pocket knife's arrect blade. My sharp nails scratch against the metal bars as I try to pull them apart, leaving multiple dents on them. I hear the clinks from the friction of each scratch.
When I manage to pull the two iron bars apart, I scarcely pass through, having to squeeze in. Because I used so much force to get in I stumble and fall, knees first.
"Ugh," I grunt in pain. I slowly stand up, fixing my skirt and clapping the dirt off my red, throbbing palms.
Wednesday's POV:
The door closes behind me, Xavier follows me as I sit on my bed. He places his sketchbook and his pencil on my desk, then I watch him sit next to me, softly flopping on my mattress. He sits closest to the window whereas I sit closest to the door.
The moon is ablaze with the cool brightness, and it reflects through the dorm. The window backlights him — his face is dark and hidden by the absence of the light but fragments of his facial features emerge around his face.
"Addams?" He asks with a confusing look on his face. Subtly, he leans away from me.
My brows furrow as I realise that I was looking at him for way too long.
"Do I have something on my face?" He starts wiping his cheeks, trying to rub off the non-existent grubbiness off his face.
"It's not that." I mutter. "I barely see your face."
"Oh," for an instant, he turns around and sees the ray of light coming from the moon. "Yeah, maybe we could turn on the lights."
"I rather not. The sudden light will hurt my retinas." I say.
He chuckles. "Okay, Wednesday."
"Why did you want to accompany me here? It's late." I question, tilting my head.
"I already answered that question," he says through his grin, "just wanted to hang out."
"What a stupid answer."
He laughs, showing off his dimples.
"Okay, Addams." He shifts around my bed, fixing his posture. He leans forward. "You think I'm stupid?"
"Yes. Incredibly." He stares at me, focusing on my eyes. I maintain eye contact with him.
"Even more than Ajax?" He slowly asks, his brows rising.
"No one can be more idiotic than him." I say with a serious tone, yet he laughs in response. I catch myself smiling for a second before forcing myself to stop.
Enid's POV:
I quietly walk up the stairs that leads to the dorm corridor. I see the familiar door that I have opened multiple times — I walk up to it. My hand slowly twists the handle and as a small crack of the door opens, I see her back. I smile at the sight of her long, loose black hair. But my eyes shift higher and see someone else. Xavier.
My arm extends the door, catching Xavier's eyes, he looks at me with so much surprise. I shut the door before Wednesday can turn around and see me. I stand in front of the closed door for a second before running away.
I don't know why I'm running but I can't stop. As I run down the corridor I catch the sight of Yoko's dorm so I run up to her.
Quietly and gently, I knock on the door. There's no way she is awake, but I'm hoping she is. I need someone to talk to. After a while of waiting for a response, I give up. My back hits the door and slides down, my legs meet the cool surface of the floor, and I tilt my head up.
