Another Love, Another Woe || Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair

No Addams Left Behind

Enid and Wednesday refused to leave Wanda's body. It wasn't until they passed out from exhaustion that they could finally be hauled away. They woke up the next day, hoping it was all a dream. But the dried blood on their bodies told them otherwise. They zoned off emptily, out of tears to cry and left to sit numbly. They each took a shower and got cleaned up before walking like a zombie to breakfast. Nothing felt real.

There was no good morning text from Wanda. No getting tackled with a hug from behind as they walked to the cafeteria. No morning kiss on the cheek. No whining about it being too early. Everything that they had become accustomed to was suddenly gone. And nothing felt real because of it. Wanda's absence was felt so heavily that it was impossible to just ignore it or push it to the side. It was right in their face...right by their side...an empty spot Wanda used to occupy.

They didn't eat anything. Neither did their friends. They all just sat around the table staring and poking at their food. No one could bring themselves to look up. Because then they would see the empty seat. And no one knew what to say. Divina, Kent, Enid, and Ajax had never lost someone before. The feelings of grief were ones they didn't know how to deal with. But even if they had felt it before, it wouldn't have helped. Because Bianca had lost her father before, Yoko was a vampire who had lost several mortal friends before, and Wednesday had lost extended family before. And still none of them knew how to deal with the loss of Wanda.

And then during breakfast, Weems came to get Wednesday and Enid. She pulled them to the side and asked if they wanted a burial for Wanda or a cremation. She had called Phelros, but he said to leave it up to them. She thought that was a bit unorthodox, but who was she to judge. But when she asked, they instead insisted on seeing her once more. So she took them to the morgue in a silent and somber car ride. Weems didn't know what to say, and Wednesday and Enid wouldn't have known how to respond anyway. When they arrived at the morgue, Weems waited outside while the two girls went in.

Enid and Wednesday stood next to Wanda's body laid on the table, Hilda's laid on the other. Her skin was pale and her lips were blue, eyes closed by the coroner. And it was seeing her again that made more tears fill their eyes. So far they had just been zombies, but just being around Wanda, corpse or not, brought a little bit of life back into them. No matter how sad it was.

"It's my fault," Enid said shakily. She's been replaying that moment over and over in her head. The moment she chose to leave Wanda to fend for herself.

Wednesday squeezed her hand comfortingly. "No, it's not." She glanced over to Hilda's body, glaring at it lightly. "It's hers."

Enid shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I left her to fight alone."

"To come save me. I would've died without you."

"I should've gone back. After, I...I should've gone back." She turned into Wednesday and buried her head in her shoulders as she cried softly. She'll never forgive herself for not being there for Wanda when she needed her. She should've gone back. Maybe if she did then Wanda would still be here. Maybe she would be laughing at some stupid joke while they ate breakfast. Then the world wouldn't feel so dark and gray. Then everything would be fine. But that wish only lived in Enid's head, and reality weighed heavy on her heart.

Wednesday rubbed her back soothingly as she stared at Wanda's lifeless body. She didn't blame Enid. She would never blame Enid. And as much as she wanted to blame Hilda, she wasn't sure if she could. They didn't know what went down between the two sisters while they were alone. But they did know how they laid together in death. Wanda had been holding Hilda, and Hilda had been holding her hand in turn. Maybe they made up. Maybe it was just too late when they did. Wednesday didn't know...and she hated not knowing.