Wenclair II Ghostface AU

6. The First Kiss

The investigation into the Ghostface murders had consumed Wednesday and Enid's lives. Every day brought new revelations, new suspects, and new dangers. They had unearthed the dark secrets of Nevermore Academy, revealing a web of lies, betrayals, and hidden motives. But amidst the chaos and fear, something unexpected blossomed between them—a deep, undeniable connection.

It was a cold, moonlit night when the weight of their discoveries seemed to press down on them more heavily than usual. They had spent the entire day interviewing students, cross-referencing alibis, and piecing together the timeline of the murders. Exhausted, they returned to their dorm room, where a quiet sense of urgency still hung in the air.

Enid collapsed onto her bed, her eyes heavy with fatigue. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, Wednesday. Every time we think we're close to figuring it out, something else comes up."

Wednesday sat at her desk, her fingers drumming on the surface as she reviewed their notes. "We're making progress, Enid. We just have to keep pushing. The killer is slipping up; we'll catch them soon."

Enid sighed, sitting up and looking over at Wednesday. "I know. It's just... I'm scared. What if we're next?"

Wednesday's expression softened as she looked at Enid. "We won't be. I promise I'll keep you safe."

Enid smiled weakly. "You're always so strong, Wednesday. I wish I could be like that."

"You are stronger than you realize, Enid," Wednesday replied, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. "You've been my rock through all of this."

Enid's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I couldn't have done it without you, Wednesday. You're the reason I'm still holding on."

Wednesday stood and moved to sit beside Enid on the bed. "We make a good team."

A comfortable silence settled between them, the only sound the distant howl of the wind outside. Enid leaned her head on Wednesday's shoulder, seeking comfort in her friend's presence. Wednesday felt her heart beat a little faster, a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Wednesday," Enid whispered, breaking the silence, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Wednesday turned to face her, their eyes locking. "What is it, Enid?"

Enid took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with nervousness. "I think... I think I'm falling for you."

Wednesday's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. "Enid..."

"I know it's a lot," Enid continued, her voice trembling. "Especially with everything that's going on. But I can't help how I feel. You mean so much to me."

Wednesday reached out, gently cupping Enid's cheek with her hand. "I feel the same way, Enid."

Enid's breath hitched, her eyes searching Wednesday's for any hint of doubt. Finding none, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Wednesday's in a soft, tentative kiss.

The world seemed to stand still in that moment. The weight of their investigation, the fear and uncertainty, all faded away as they lost themselves in each other. Wednesday's arms wrapped around Enid, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a newfound intensity.

Enid's hands tangled in Wednesday's dark hair, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and relief. The kiss was everything she had hoped for—sweet, passionate, and filled with a promise of more to come.

When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "Wow," Enid whispered, a smile spreading across her face.

Wednesday smiled back, a rare, genuine expression of happiness. "Wow."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the newfound intimacy. The world outside their dorm room seemed far away, and for the first time in a long while, they felt a sense of peace.

As the night wore on, they talked about their hopes and fears, sharing stories and dreams they had never dared to voice before. Their connection deepened with every word, every touch, and they knew that whatever happened, they would face it together.

In the quiet moments between conversation, they exchanged more kisses, each one a reaffirmation of their growing bond. Their hands explored gently, mapping out the contours of each other's faces, memorizing every detail.

"Wednesday," Enid murmured as they lay together, "do you think we can really solve this? Find out who Ghostface is?"

"We have to," Wednesday replied, her voice steady and determined. "For Jeremy, Isabella, and everyone else who has suffered. And for us. We need to end this nightmare."

Enid nodded, her fingers tracing patterns on Wednesday's arm. "You're right. And we will. Together."

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, they finally succumbed to sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms. Their hearts were lighter, their resolve stronger, and their love for each other a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Little did they know, the road ahead would be fraught with more danger and heartbreak than they could imagine. But in that moment, they had each other, and that was enough.