Wenclair Oneshots

Better off alone

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The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken words, until it broke with the sharp crack of Enid’s voice.

“You think you can just shut me out like that?” Enid’s voice was a mixture of hurt and frustration, her eyes blazing with emotion. Her normally bright and playful demeanor was replaced by an edge, something raw that Wednesday hadn’t seen before.

Wednesday stood in front of her desk, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, as though trying to physically barricade herself from the storm Enid was brewing. Her eyes were cold, distant. "I don’t need your help, Enid. I never did."

Enid took a step forward, her breath ragged. "You don’t need my help? You can’t even admit that something’s wrong! I know you, Wednesday. I know when you're pushing people away because you're scared. But this— this is different. This is hurting."

Wednesday’s expression hardened, and she turned her gaze away, eyes flicking to the dark corner of the room where the shadows swallowed the light. She was trying, failing, to keep her mask in place. "I don’t want you involved in this. It’s none of your business."

The words stung more than they should’ve. Enid’s heart twisted painfully, but she refused to back down. She stepped closer, her voice rising with every word. "You think I’m just going to walk away? I’ve been here for you through all your dark moments, through every single thing, and you’re just going to push me away when I’m trying to be here for you now?"

There was a flicker in Wednesday’s eyes—something almost like guilt, but it was gone as quickly as it came. She turned her back on Enid, the silence between them suffocating. "I never asked you to stay."

The words stung like venom, and Enid fought the urge to let the tears well up. She was angry, yes, but more than that, she was terrified. She wasn’t used to this version of Wednesday, so cold, so distant.

"You think I’m just some...temporary distraction?" Enid’s voice cracked, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "I care about you, Wednesday. I’ve cared about you for a long time. And every time I try to show you that, you shove me away like it’s nothing."

"Stop it," Wednesday muttered, her voice barely audible, but sharp like a blade. "Just stop. I can’t— I can’t keep dragging people into my mess. You don’t get it."

Enid shook her head, fighting back the swell of emotions that made her feel like she might break. "No, you don’t get it. I’m not some little puppy you can push aside when it’s convenient for you. I’m not going to just sit here and watch you destroy yourself because you’re too scared to let anyone close."

Wednesday spun around suddenly, her face flushed with frustration, her eyes hard like stone. "What do you want from me, Enid? You want me to open up? You want me to *feel* something?" She let out a bitter laugh, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "I can’t do that. Not with you. Not with anyone."

The words hit Enid like a physical blow, and for a moment, she felt like the ground had disappeared beneath her feet. It was one thing to push her away, but to say she didn’t *want* her, to imply that she didn’t care... That broke something inside Enid.

"Is that it, then? Is that what you really think? That you’re better off alone?" Enid’s voice trembled, her chest tight with the weight of all her unsaid words. "You think I’m just going to *leave* because it’s hard? Because you think you’re not worth it?"

The two of them were face-to-face now, just inches apart, both breathing hard, eyes locked in a battle of wills.

"I’m not worth it," Wednesday said, her voice eerily calm. "Not to anyone. Not even you."

And that was the moment that something inside Enid snapped. She wasn’t angry anymore. She was hurt. She was *disappointed*.

“You’re wrong.” The words came out barely above a whisper, but they cut through the silence between them like a knife. “You are worth it. I think you’re worth it. And that’s not going to change just because you keep pushing me away."

For a moment, neither of them moved. Enid could feel the tension, the weight of everything unspoken, hanging heavy in the air. Wednesday’s eyes flickered for a brief second—just a flicker—of something softer, but it vanished too quickly for Enid to reach.

Enid sighed shakily, stepping back, her hands falling to her sides. "I don’t know what’s going on with you, Wednesday. But I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep trying to fight for us when you’re not even willing to fight for yourself."

She turned on her heel and walked toward the door, her footsteps heavy in the stillness of the room. "Maybe you don’t need me, but I can’t stand around watching you fall apart because you’re too afraid to trust anyone."

Enid reached for the doorknob, her back still turned to Wednesday. She didn’t look back.

But as the door clicked shut behind her, there was a part of her—deep down—that hoped that maybe, just maybe, Wednesday would follow.

Maybe Wednesday wasn’t as far gone as she thought.
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Note:
Exams are almost done, been trying to cope the past few days with my problems, hope you enjoyed this angsty chapter, have a nice day/evening <3