Wenclair - Sinner

A Kiss With a Fist

Disclaimer: I prefer to write from Wednesday's POV 😭

Wednesday

The scraping noise of things nails across the desk awoke me from my writing trance.
"WHAT!" I snapped after his 6th futile attempt at distracting from my work. He seemed to have some insolent idea that I was upset. He wanted me to discuss feelings I didn't presently have. Enid and I had shared a moment together that I'm not proud to admit. I succumbed to foolish affections for a girl I shouldn't even be amicable with. Not to mention the fact that each one of her friends seems to be pitted firmly against us being close at all. Not that I am affected by the feeble opinions of other organisms. In fact I am insulted by the notion. Hence why Thing's false therapy irked me so.

Not-so-shockingly he was signalling for me to talk, about Enid, about last night.
"We didn't even touch lips, stop being so hopeful. It was a mistake. It's unlikely that it was genuine. If and when she returns, you are not to discuss this with her. Unless you want me to cancel the shipment of your hand lotion."
As if commanded, the dorm door gingerly crept open. A sure sign that my brightly clawed roommate had returned from her reclusive embarrassment. I did not look up from my writing, I waited for her to break the silence. But she didn't.

That was until I heard less than faint sniffling from the opposite side of the room, and then a body collapsing against her soft mattress. Only then did I turn my head to see her buried into her bedding, crying into her pillows. I was unsure If this was triggered by my lack of response, or from something else. On second thought maybe I was being too cruel. I did care about Enid, but I hesitate to openly admit these things. I just wanted to avoid trivial things getting in the way of my work. And still I remained silent, turning back to my desk, listening to her cry.

Enid

I couldn't believe it. We had come close enough to kissing, and she just...just rejected me! It was such a sweet moment and then she just cut it off. She turned away and started writing and told me I should leave. Leave my own room. And so I did. I left and I walked through the grounds for hours. Just pacing. I was so furious. Was she really leading me on? Did I get the wrong idea? I could scream. After some milder, not quite sunny weather, I watched a storm cloud behind to cover the sky above Nevermore. It was at this point that I thought maybe I should return to the warmth of my room.

But as I was going up the stairs to Ophelia Hall, I felt a spiteful sadness fill me. I realised I was going to have to see the girl that I really started to love who knows and might not even care about me at all. She probably wouldn't even notice if I didn't come back, but I had to. I bit my lip, trying to stay strong, but thinking of all of the times I had thought maybe just maybe I'm not alone in this feeling. And how it had all come crashing down. I opened the door shyly and as soon as I saw her I started to well up. It stung in my eyes as I tried to fight the tears off but I couldn't, they started to run down my face, and the only thing I could do was run to my bed to muffle my crying. She didn't even look at me. I felt so terrible.

It was just replaying in my head, all I could hear was myself sobbing and the light tapping of her boots in the background. She sure as hell didn't come to comfort me did she, she doesn't even care.

Wednesday

I felt a small amount of disgust with myself as I approached Enid. I felt all fuzzy inside, I felt bad for her. As much as I did not want to. I crossed over the border in the middle of our room, which made my spine chill. Such bright colours. I wasn't sure I even wanted to touch her, but she wouldn't listen to me if I tried to speak. I could feel her resentment in the air. I just about managed to pat her on the back. In response I heard a meagre squeak that broke the cycle of her crying. She then sat up, pulling strings of now wet hair out of her face and trying to compose herself. She turned to me..
"I thought that we were something!"
She snapped, which jolted my head back in shock.

"I thought that you liked me too! And now I'm just embarrassed Wednesday..." She folded into a smaller version of herself, looking at me with the eyes of a lost puppy, big and filled with glistening tears. I couldn't come up with any words to say to her. Even though I knew that I did like Enid, it was so hard to break the wall and give into it. Like it was admitting emotional weakness. Vulnerability. But I couldn't stand to face her like that. I pulled the sleeve of my jacket over my hand and wiped some of her tears. And for the first time ever, I reached my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into me. A year ago I would have been repulsed by the notion of me hugging first, but I had grown fond of it...with Enid.

For a moment she was tense, and continued to sniffle, before she seemed to unravel into me. She gripped the back of my jacket with nearly the same intensity as that night, that pink jacket. She pressed her face into my shoulder, sighing deeply and heavily. I slightly stroked her head, still stiff and unsure in this kind of situation. Physical affection.
"Enid."
She lifted her head up, unintentionally very close to my face.
"I do. I do like you."
I said, before biting my lip in discomfort. That would be the only time I would explicitly say so. Admitting a crush isn't in my natural vocabulary, I would prefer to show it more subtly, but Enid needed something more direct.

Enid smiled with great relief, her face still wet and red from crying. We were so close, I didn't even think. We stayed staring at eachother for what felt like a few minutes. That doesn't sound like as long as it is. While every respectable part of me wanted to flinch away, every natural part of me leaned into her. My hand unconsciously drifted to her cheek, and I could feel her breath softly against my lip.

That was...until a sharp knock on the door arrived. Enid squealed, and I gasped, eyes wide, moving away from her. Principal Weems opened the door just a crack..
"Girls?"
Me and Enid looked at eachother in distress before I got up and stood on my side of the room.
"You two didn't come to breakfast, so I didn't have an opportunity to give out your invites for the Spooky Dance next weekend." Weems said in an embarrassing attempt to be exciting. By this point the door was open, and she seemed confused. I suppose the vibe of the room was off.

Enid was on her bed, in a slightly awkward position, and I was just stood, a few feet away from any objects. Weems retreated, after I took the invitations and went back to sit on my bed. Enid smiled and me and said she was going to bed. I followed suit.