weeee ( wenclair)

jealously

Wednesdays POV:

I'm walking with Yoko. We're nearly at the Weathervane, and I can't stop staring at our hands.

I don't even remember when I grabbed hers, it just happened. Her hand feels... warm. Too warm, maybe. But in a way that makes me not want to let go.

Then, like a cold splash of water, the memory of Aurora creeps into my mind. What I did.
"You alright?" Yoko asks as we reach the coffee shop.

"Mhm. Yeah, I'm good," I say, flashing her a small smile. That's the third smile I've given today.
What's happening to me?

Yoko lets go of my hand to grab her wallet. The loss of contact is weirdly... disappointing. My hands have always been cold, but now they feel emptier. Like her warmth left too soon.

Before she can reach for me again, I beat her to it, grabbing her hand and interlocking our fingers. She looks down, smiles, and says nothing. We head to a table. She's about to sit opposite me, but I tug her to the seat next to mine.

"What's going on, Addams?" she teases.
"Nothing. I just want physical touch. Is that such a crime?" I say, letting go of her hand.
"No!" she blurts, then lowers her voice, embarrassed. "I mean, no. It's okay. I don't mind."

She apologizes quietly to the nearby tables. I look out the window, watching birds swirl through the grey sky.
"Here you are, ladies," the barista says as he sets down our drinks. I nod in thanks.

Yoko's on her phone, scrolling through TikTok. I lean on her shoulder to watch. I sip my drink slowly.
She scrolls past a video, and freezes. I blink. It's Davina and Aurora, dancing way too close.
The date says three weeks ago. That was... during everything. When they were still with us.
I lift my head, trying to read Yoko's face, but she's already looking away.

The bell above the door jingles. I glance up and see Enid.
She's walking in with a smile, but it drops the second she sees us. The look she gives is hard to decipher, somewhere between confusion and disgust.

"She's acting weird," Yoko murmurs. I hum in response.

Enid orders her drink and scans the café for a place to sit. Every table's full.
Yoko waves her over, and I flinch. Enid hesitates before sitting across from us.

"Whatcha doing here?" Yoko asks, trying to lighten the mood.
"Coffee," Enid replies flatly.

I shrink into my seat and turn back to the window, then fold my arms onto the table and rest my head on them.
"You alright?" Enid asks, tone unreadable.

"Mhm," I hum, not lifting my head.

Yoko reaches over, gently rubbing circles on my back. I slowly sit up. She's looking at me with soft concern. Enid, though, she's glaring daggers.
"I need the bathroom," I mutter, brushing past Yoko as I leave the table.

I'm adjusting my shirt, heading toward the back, when, bam. Someone walks right into me. My head snaps back.

Enid's POV:

I see the guy walk into Wednesday. Her body lurches, and she starts to collapse.
I rush out of my seat and catch her just before she hits the ground.

"What's happening?" I ask, eyes locked on her face.

"She's having a vision," Yoko says, kneeling beside me. She places a hand on Wednesday's shoulder. "We just have to wait it out."

"Where's your phone?" she asks me, glancing around.

"In my pocket. Why?"

"We should call a cab. Get her back to Nevermore."

"Okay," I nod, already pulling it out. Her head is still in my lap.
Ring... Ring... Click.

"Hello, this is a cab service."

"Hi, can I book a ride to Nevermore?"

"Sure. Where are you?"

"The Weathervane."

"Alright. Someone's on their way."

"Thanks. Bye."

[TIME SKIP – CAB ARRIVES]

"The cab's here," Yoko says, walking back over.

"So, how are we-?"

Before I can finish, she scoops Wednesday up bridal-style.
I blink. "Okay," I mutter, a bit annoyed she didn't let me finish.

I get in first. Yoko places Wednesday in the middle before sliding in beside her.
"To Nevermore, please," I tell the driver, who gives a small nod before pulling off.

Halfway through the ride, Wednesday stirs, still half-asleep. She leans against my shoulder.
I freeze. My heart stutters. I try not to move, hoping she doesn't notice the warmth rushing to my cheeks.
Next thing I know, she's curled up against me. Yoko's gaze could slice steel right now.

We arrive. I shake Wednesday gently. "We're here."

She mumbles something and nuzzles deeper into my neck.
"I'll text her later," Yoko mutters coldly, already walking off.

I carry Wednesday inside. She clings tighter, legs looped around my waist, refusing to let go.

"Wednesday, you need to let go," I whisper, not really wanting her to.
"I don't wanna," she murmurs.

"Sleep in my bed," she says quietly, her voice heavy with exhaustion.

I lay down beside her. She doesn't move. I can feel her breath on my collarbone, slow and steady. For a while, we just lie there in silence, the room lit only by the soft glow of moonlight through the curtains.

I glance down. Her eyes are open, staring up at me.

She doesn't speak. Neither do I.

Somehow, the silence says everything. It stretches, calm but charged, like something unsaid is floating between us.

She doesn't move away. I don't either.

And in that still moment, I think, we're both finally beginning to understand.