Wenclair/Jemma one-shots

I'm sorry - Wenclair

Enid Sinclair sits on the edge of her bed, flipping through an old photo album. Her fingers brush over the pictures of her friends, memories from the past few months. But today, it’s hard to enjoy any of it. She feels distant. No matter how hard she tries to put on a bright smile, there’s a lingering feeling of loneliness. It has been happening quite often, one second she's laughing with her group the next it's like she's having some revelation, she doubts all her friendships and starts to view herself as unwanted, unappreciated.

Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears the door creak open. Enid wipes a loose tear from her cheeks quickly before the intruder can see her.

"Enid," comes a familiar, cold voice. Wednesday Addams. "We need to talk." 

Enid’s heart sinks. She knows this tone, knows it all too well. Wednesday  is about to speak, without being considerate.

"What about?" Enid asks, trying to keep her voice steady, though she can feel the tension in the air. 

"About you," Wednesday responds, stepping inside the room. Her dark eyes lock onto Enid’s, and the silence between them feels heavier than usual. 

Enid’s stomach twists. She’s not prepared for whatever is coming. 

"I don’t understand why you’re so... emotional all the time," Wednesday continues, her words matter-of-fact, as if she’s discussing the weather.

"It’s exhausting." 

Enid stares at her, taken aback. She had been expecting something—maybe an observation about her outfits or her constant need for excitement—but not this.

"Excuse me?"
Enid’s voice falters, hurt creeping into her words.

"I'm exhausting?"
She asks her voice small

"You heard me,"
Wednesday replies, her face unreadable.

"You can’t seem to stop yourself. You're always happy, always pushing your emotions to the surface. It’s too much." 

Enid stands up, her hands trembling slightly. "Too much? What’s wrong with being happy?" she demands, feeling the lump in her throat.

"I don’t know how to be anything else. I just... I just want to make people feel good. I want to make things better." 

Wednesday tilts her head, studying her. "But why?"  

Enid shakes her head. She doesn’t even know how to respond to that. She has always been this way—bright, colorful, emotional. It’s part of who she is. 

"does it matter? How does this even affect you?"
Enid asks the hurt visible in her eyes and tone. This is how she copes. With the neglect, with the expectations, with almost fucking dying. Stay positive, about all of it.

"Well for one, I can't write in peace, you're always giggling behind me-"

"Put your abnoxiously large headphones on then"
Enid cuts her off feeling her sadness slowly turning into anger

"I-"
Wednesday attempts but is cut off by an angry Enid

"No! Shut the fuck up Wednesday. A lot of people don't like that you're so mean all the fucking time, most of them don't say shit to you. So who the fuck do you think you are?"

"That is because they do not have the nerve to speak the truth. They are weak"
Wednesday replies flatly

Enid takes a step closer to the girl, her hands balled in fists at her sides.
"Would you change if someone pointed it out"