A Love Rekindled

Chapter 22

Enid was idly playing with Orion, gently tapping on the side of his glass enclosure and smiling as the scorpion moved around. She was passing the time waiting for Wednesday to return when a sudden knock broke her focus.

“Finally,” she muttered, expecting Wednesday.

But when the knock came again without the door opening, Enid frowned, confused. She walked away from the enclosure and head towards the door.

When she opened it, she was taken aback to see Damon standing there.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice casual but his posture slightly uneasy.

“Hey…” Enid replied, her tone hesitant and uncertain.

“Mind if I come in?” Damon asked, shifting his weight nervously.

Enid blinked, still processing his sudden appearance.

“Uh… sure,” she said, stepping aside to let him in.

Damon offered a small, polite smile as he entered, his eyes immediately catching the glass enclosure on the desk.

“Cute pet,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” Enid replied, closing the door behind him. “It’s my gift for Wednesday.”

“How thoughtful,” Damon said, though his gaze soon drifted down as he began fidgeting with his hands. It was clear there was more on his mind.

Enid watched him for a moment, folding her arms. “Okay, what’s up? You didn’t come here just to compliment my pet scorpion.”

Damon sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I know. What I did to you… it was wrong. Immature, even. And I don’t expect you to forgive me for it.”

Enid’s posture remained stiff, her expression guarded.
“Go on.”

“I’m guessing you’ve already heard about my, uh, boyfriend?” Damon continued, offering a sheepish smile.

Enid raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’ve heard. Unexpected, to say the least.”

Damon chuckled weakly. “Yeah. Well, things aren’t exactly… great between us. We argue constantly, and it feels like he doesn’t trust me at all. It’s exhausting.”

Enid frowned, crossing her arms. “That sounds like a problem, Damon. But why are you telling me this?”

“Because,” Damon said, looking at her earnestly, “I don’t know who else to turn to. You… you’ve always seen me differently, even when I screwed up.”

Enid let out a short laugh, though there was no humor in it.

“What makes you think that? I’m still skeptical about you. And honestly, part of me thinks you might just be using him—like you did to me.”

Damon’s eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. “No. No, I’m not. I swear, Enid. I’ve changed. I really care about him, but I don’t know how to make him see that.”

Before Enid could respond, the door suddenly opened, revealing Wednesday. She stepped inside with her usual composed demeanor, though her dark eyes immediately flicked between the two of them, narrowing suspiciously.

“What is he doing here?” she asked, her voice as sharp as ever.

Damon took a step back, glancing at Wednesday nervously.
“I, uh, should go. Sorry for bothering you both.”

Without waiting for a reply, he quickly slipped past her and exited the room.

Wednesday placed her bag down on her bed and turned toward Enid, her arms crossed.