Wednesday's POV:
Enid has an elevated sense of hearing.
She can hear my breathing patterns at night.
When my breath slightly hitches her senses go off then she's standing next to me, in tears, asking what's wrong.Unfortunately, it might be the one reason I'm alive.
If she never heard Tyler, she would have never saw me.
Maybe she would have wolfed out,
but I'd be dead.It's almost three in the morning.
I'm still looking at the text the 'stalker' sent me when I was with Enid.It's a picture of me on the ground, placed in between her legs in a cuddling position.
What I'd do to relive that...
The following message sent read, "This is a warning Wednesday, I gave you your time. So you could have your longed 'fair fight'."
"I suggest you stay away from that puppy girl before she gets involved in this too. You spend too much time with her, if I dare to strike at you, I'll strike you both."
"And I'm not playing a waiting game with you, this is war."
"And I'm here to serve."
"I knew from the beginning, you were brought down here as a curse, and if my blood couldn't stop it, I will myself.""Wednesday..?" I hear a soft voice whisper.
"Close your eyes Enid." I quickly reply, taking a deep breath to pretend I'm tired.
"Come here please..." She turned around, facing me from across the room.
"I wanna cuddle."I smirk, "you're tired."
"Close your eyes.""Please..?"
"Just until I fall asleep!"I lift the covers off me, walking over to Enid's bed.
She smiles, her messy hair covering her eyes, I walk closer to her, brushing the strands off her face.
Only for those eyes to stare back at me...
How precious.
It reminds me of the sensation I felt in my chest the first time I re read my novel.
Dumb little whimpers escaping from her lips as I lay in her arms.
Those same lips I can't get my eyes off.My stomach turns, causing a sharp pain.
My whimper is muffled into her shoulder, I pull her closer.
I love pain.
I love this.If it was anyone else I'd hang them by the neck, but Enid is different.
She's always been.
Maybe that's why I was so intrigued by her, almost captivated.I couldn't admit it then, I didn't know what it was.
The only difference now is that I can admit it."I love you Wednesday.." she whispers, closing her eyes.
"Night." I whisper in respond.She nods her head, "Goodnight."
Enid's POV:
I'm so tired...
But I can't fall asleep, not in this position.She makes my head swirl in so many ways...
I pull her closer, my hands wrapped around her shoulder.
I move my hands up to feel her body, she's so perfect...She leans onto my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine.
I have such an urge...
To just cuddle her every night...It's probably a one time thing, but it feels so nice...
I want more of it,
The feeling her body gives me is so strong..I'm addicted to it.
The way her eyes light up when they meet mine, the way she lays on my shoulder...
She's so...
Amazing.I can't help but smile when I think of her, to the point where I have the urge to hug her after she threatens to kill me.
I love her.
So much.But I know that's a problem.
I'm not stupid. (Shocker, I know.)If it was a 'bestfriend' love, I would have felt this way about Yoko.
But I could never imagine falling asleep in her arms..Yet with Wednesday...
Well I'm doing that right now!And I like it.
I love it.
I crave it.
I need it.
She's the only one that can provide me of that.But I can't leave Ajax! I love him.
I can't deny, that ever since I met Wednesday, I was so captivated by her.I just assumed it was the feeling of friendship, but right now...
I'm sure it's not.I swear, I didn't know it was possible to love two people at the same time.
But I did.
And the worst part is, I still do.I hate this.
I hate this!If it was falling in love with a girl, I'd be more the open to it.
But falling in love with Wednesday?I can't.
I can't let myself!(750 WORDS BECAUSE IM LAZY!!)
(Song- I like the way you kiss me, Artemas)
(WORDS CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I RECOMMEND THAT SONG OMG IT'S SO GOOD 🙏🙏)
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FanficThe after effects Enid and Wednesday faced the year after the 'crackstone fight.'