Wenclair Oneshots

You're losing me right now

The air was thick with tension in the dimly lit corridors of Nevermore Academy. Wednesday walked with her usual poise, but inside, a storm raged. She had always prided herself on being unflappable, but Enid’s laughter echoed down the hall, piercing her like a knife.

Enid had been spending more time with Ajax, and each time Wednesday saw them together, a fresh wound opened in her chest. She had kept her feelings buried, terrified of what a confession could mean for their friendship. The darkness that enveloped her heart felt unbearable as she watched Enid beam at Ajax, her eyes sparkling with a joy that Wednesday felt she could never provide.

One evening, while the moon cast a pale glow through her window, Wednesday’s thoughts spiraled. She sat in her room, staring at a blank page, the quill hovering over it as if mocking her inability to express the turmoil inside. She wanted to scream, to cry, but the words lodged in her throat.

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. It was Enid, her face flushed with excitement. “Hey, Wednesday! Ajax and I are going to the woods tonight for a full moon hike. Want to join us?”

Wednesday’s heart sank. “No. I’m busy,” she replied, her voice colder than she intended.

“Busy? You’re always busy,” Enid said, concern etching her features. “I just thought… maybe it could be fun. We could all hang out.”

“Fun,” Wednesday echoed, bitterness creeping in. “Is that what you want? Fun?”

Enid stepped back, hurt flashing in her eyes. “Of course! I thought you liked spending time with me.”

“Not when it’s with him,” Wednesday snapped, unable to hold back the venom in her words. “You don’t see how he treats you like a distraction.”

“Why do you care?” Enid shot back, her voice rising. “You act like you’re above all this, yet here you are, acting jealous.”

“Jealous?” Wednesday’s voice was low, simmering with suppressed anger. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t want to watch you throw yourself away on someone so… insipid.”

Enid’s expression shifted from hurt to anger. “Insipid? Ajax isn’t perfect, but he makes me happy. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Maybe you need to open your eyes,” Wednesday replied, her tone icy. “He doesn’t see you. Not the way I do.”

Silence hung between them, thick and suffocating. Enid’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears, and for a moment, Wednesday’s resolve wavered. She wanted to reach out, to take back the harsh words, but pride held her captive.

“Maybe you don’t see me at all,” Enid whispered, stepping back as if distancing herself from the confrontation. “You never say anything. You just watch from the sidelines.”

“Because I’m afraid!” Wednesday blurted, the admission shocking even her. “Afraid of ruining everything. Afraid of losing you.”

“Losing me?” Enid’s voice cracked, pain flooding her features. “You already are. You push me away every time I try to connect.”

“I’m not pushing you away. I’m trying to protect you,” Wednesday replied, but the words felt hollow. “You deserve someone who can give you what you want.”

“And what if what I want is you?” Enid’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the air like a knife.

Wednesday’s heart raced, her mind a whirlwind. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” Enid insisted, her eyes pleading. “But I can’t keep chasing after you if you won’t meet me halfway. You’re trapped in your own darkness, and I can’t be part of that if you won’t let me in.”

“Enid, I…” Wednesday faltered, words failing her. She wanted to say so much, to pull Enid close and confess everything, but the weight of her fear held her back.

“Maybe I should just stop trying,” Enid said, her voice trembling. “If you can’t see what’s right in front of you, maybe it’s not worth it.”

The finality in Enid’s words sent a chill down Wednesday’s spine. “Don’t say that.”

“I’m tired, Wednesday. Tired of feeling like I’m fighting for something you don’t even want,” Enid replied, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Wednesday’s heart shattered at the sight. “I do want you. More than you know,” she confessed, stepping closer, but the distance felt insurmountable.

“Then show me,” Enid whispered, desperation lacing her voice. “Don’t let your fear keep us apart.”

But Wednesday stood frozen, caught between the urge to pull Enid into her arms and the fear of what that could mean. “I can’t,” she finally said, her voice a mere breath. “I can’t risk losing you completely.”

Enid shook her head, hurt etched into every feature. “You’re losing me right now.”

With that, Enid turned and walked away, leaving Wednesday alone in the darkness of her room. The shadows felt heavier than ever, suffocating her with regret. In that moment, Wednesday realized that the walls she had built to protect herself had only served to isolate her from the one person she truly wanted.

As the moonlight spilled through the window, Wednesday sat in silence, a cold emptiness settling in her chest. She had let fear dictate her heart, and now, she feared she had lost Enid forever.
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