weeee ( wenclair)

break up?

Enid's POV:

I hear Wednesday say she's staying in the dorm, and I take this as a chance to talk to her. I look across the room to see Aurora kissing Wednesday on the cheek. How does she do that? Pretending it never happened, I try to focus, I have to talk to her. I hear the door close and realize I've been staring at Wednesday.

"What are you looking at?" Wednesday says, eyes still on her book.

"What was that last night?" I ask.

"It was nothing. Nothing happened," she says, snapping the book shut and finally meeting my eyes.

"You know something happened, Wednesday," I say, standing up. "We both know that look meant something. And you don't love Aurora."

She doesn't respond. Her eyes drift, not to me, but to the door.

I turn to see Aurora standing there, her expression crumbling.

"W-what? You don't love me?" she asks, voice trembling.

"Aurora, I- I'm trying," Wednesday says, stepping toward her.

"But it meant something," Aurora says, gesturing to me. "That look. The way you looked at her."

"No, it didn't. I just..." Wednesday trails off, her voice faltering as she looks away instead of reaching for her.

"Just what, Wednesday?" Aurora's eyes are brimming with tears and fury now.

I take that as my cue to leave. I grab my coat and shoes and head to Yoko's.

Wednesday's POV:

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't know," I say, voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the floor.

"You know damn well what it was, Wednesday. You like her," Aurora says, turning to the window.

"I don't like her, amore mio. I promise."

"No. Don't call me that," she snaps. "You don't love me, do you?"

I pause, my voice dropping. "I'm sorry. I want to love you... I just- I don't know how."

"Then stop trying with me," she says, voice cracking under the weight of everything. "I'm not your practice run, Wednesday. You don't get to break people just because you're still figuring yourself out."

"Please, Rory," I say quietly.

She turns to the door. "I need time to figure out what any of this means. Don't wait for me, Wednesday. But I'll reach out when I can."

Her using my name cuts deeper than anything else. I sit on the floor, stunned, until I feel something wet on my face. I touch it, tears. I wipe them away quickly and climb into bed.

Aurora's POV:

I can't believe what just happened. I stayed with Wednesday because I loved her. Even knowing she couldn't love me back. But I guess I was still hoping.

I head to Yoko's dorm to distract myself. When the door opens, it's not Yoko, it's Enid.

"Oh. Aurora. I didn't know you'd be here," she says nervously.

I stare at her blankly, my thoughts still spinning. "I can leave if you want," she offers, her voice uncertain but soft.

"Yeah. You do that," I state coldly.

She leaves, and I walk into the dorm.

"Girl, what was that about?" Yoko asks, confused.

"Apparently something happened between her and Wednesday," I say quietly, unable to meet Yoko's eyes.

"What?!" Yoko yells. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you. Just come here," I say, exhausted.

Enid's POV:

I walk back to the dorm because there's nowhere else to go. I open the door slowly to find Wednesday curled up on her bed, crying.

"Wednesday?" I say, cautious.

"Fuck off, Enid," she mutters into the pillow.

"I'm just checking if you're okay."

"Do I look okay to you?" she says, sitting up. Her eyes are red, tears still falling.

"Oh, Wednesday," I whisper, feeling guilt rise in my throat.

"I almost lost my girlfriend because of you!" she yells, getting up. "I could've lost the only person I care about!"

She walks closer. "You're a piece of shit."

Her eyes flicker to my lips. "I hate what you do to-" she stops herself, the rest of the sentence caught somewhere between fear and something softer she can't name.

"That look last night," I whisper, "it meant something. Didn't it?"

Wednesday closes her eyes. "No... I-"

We stand there, saying nothing, the weight of unspoken words pressing between us. Then, a knock on the door breaks the silence. Wednesday steps back quickly, her face closing off like a shutter. She glances at her reflection, composing herself with a sharp breath, and walks to the door. When she opens it, Yoko stands there, eyes already narrowed.

"What happened between you and Enid last night?" Yoko asks, her voice sharp, finger pointing accusingly.

"Yoko, not now. I can't deal with this, just go. Please."

Yoko hesitates but nods. "Fine. I'll be back tomorrow."

The door shuts behind her.

I run to the bathroom and lock the door, my heart thudding against my ribs. On the other side, it's silent, Wednesday doesn't leave, doesn't speak. Just silence.

Maybe we'll talk tomorrow.