My Girlfriend Is A Werewolf - Wenclair

Chapter 33 - Don't leave me, Enid

No one's POV

Two months had passed, and with only four days remaining, the atmosphere around Wednesday and Enid was thick with the bittersweet knowledge of their limited time together. Every moment had been precious, filled with quiet love and stolen glances. They made the most of their intimacy, every embrace and gentle kiss infused with a deep sense of urgency. Enid, despite her weakening body, gave everything she had to lessen Wednesday’s pain, offering comfort in the only way she could.

Yoko and Divina visited frequently, unable to stay away even after moving into their own place. The house was filled with laughter when they came over, and Bianca had joined them a month in, arriving from Italy and blending seamlessly into the group. They all worked together to keep the mood light, to keep their spirits high, but Enid's deterioration was impossible to ignore. As time passed, she lost her strength, until she was confined to her bed and had to use a wheelchair to move. The vibrant energy that had once defined her was now a fragile flicker.

One evening, as they sat in the dim light of their home, the television on but ignored, Enid reached out weakly, her hand finding Wednesday’s arm. Her grip was barely there, but it was enough to catch Wednesday’s attention.

"Willa," Enid’s voice was soft and strained, the weight of her condition evident in every word.

Wednesday turned to face her, her dark eyes filled with concern, the usual stoicism cracking as she met Enid’s tired gaze. "Yes, cara mia?" she responded, her voice tender yet laced with the fear she tried so hard to hide.

"I want to go to the ruins," Enid said, her smile faint but genuine. "Where we first met. I want Yoko, Divina, and Bianca to see it. I want us all to be there... one last time."

Wednesday’s heart clenched at the request. The ruins, where their story had begun, now felt like the perfect place for this final day. Her gaze flickered over Enid’s pale face, her once-bright eyes now dull with exhaustion, yet still sparkling with determination. Wednesday could see how much this meant to her wife.

Slowly, Wednesday nodded, forcing a small smile as she brushed a strand of Enid’s hair away from her face. "We’ll go, mi lobita," she whispered, her voice steady though her heart ached. "I’ll take you there. I promise."

It was a request Wednesday knew she couldn’t refuse. No matter how hard it would be, no matter the weight of what it signified, she would make sure Enid's wish was fulfilled. Their time together was running out, but this journey, this return to where it all began, would be their final moment of love and closure.

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(A/N: I suggest listening to "Not About Angels" by Birdy or whichever song you'd prefer...)

The last day

Wednesday's POV

The last day was drenched in bittersweetness, and as we arrived at the ruins, the weight of what was to come pressed heavily on me. The sky was a muted gray, a fitting backdrop for the moment, though the ruins themselves seemed to hold an ethereal glow, as if they knew they were witnessing something sacred.

I pushed Enid's wheelchair toward the entrance, the stone path uneven beneath the wheels. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca walked quietly behind us, their usual banter replaced by solemnity. This place, the ruins, held a special significance, it was where our story began, where I had once painted Enid’s portrait in a desperate attempt to save her from the agony of being trapped.

We stopped in front of the room where that painting still stood. The colors had faded, but it remained intact against the wall. A tear escaped my eye as the memory hit me with full force, how I had tried to hide my fear, how my hand had trembled as I finished that portrait. And how, in that moment, everything changed.