Tomorrow (Enoch x Reader)

Chapter Three (Enoch's P.O.V)

          I stared at the ceiling thinking about what had happened earlier at lunch. It seemed that (Y/N) had kind of...snapped back at me a little, and that's definitely something I'm not used to. The thing is, I didn't really dread her as much as I expressed. I didn't dread anyone as much as I expressed, but I felt like it was necessary for someone to be real in this situation. Wights can change their appearance, and she could've easily been one, but no one knew, because she didn't give anyone a reason to suspect her. 

          At breakfast the next morning, I studied the ring on her finger, still behaving rather morosely as usual. She looked up at me and I shot her a disgusted look although I was just feeling more curious than anything. Horace was right, it was a nice ring, something small and gold, a ruby capping the crown on the side. She ignored me and resumed her conversation with Emma and Olive. 

          Olive was pretty. But she was also terribly kind and that irritated me sometimes. She smiled at me and I looked down at my plate as I finished a piece of toast. 

          Later on that day, I was outside fiddling with my homunculi under the tree. "What's that you've got there?" (Y/N) asked. She wanted to know, so I let her see. I whispered something to it, and it started to chase her, and I can't say I didn't take joy in watching her run from it. She flipped me a single fingered salute from across the yard and I might've chuckled. 

          "That was an unnecessary gesture, (Y/N)." Miss P said casually as she walked past, "Be mindful of the children." "My apologies, Miss Peregrine." She replied. 

          "Enoch, why are you being like this? Can you please just give her a chance? She's actually really nice." Olive pleaded with me. "No. I want to know just why you all think we should trust her?" "What makes you think we shouldn't?" "Wights can change their appearance like that." I snapped my fingers. "Are you serious? You think she's a wight? It's been three days and she hasn't pulled anything, Enoch; get your head on straight." I rolled my eyes. That was probably the most unkind thing Olive's ever said in her life. 

          I situated myself on the love-seat in the movie room as we prepared to watch Horace's dreams. He attached his eyepiece to his monocle so his vision was projected onto the wall before him. In his first dream, he and Millard were at a hat store, and he wore a new top hat, Millard, a new boater. "Ooh, that looks good on me." Millard said absentmindedly. His dream faded over into he and I in a suit shop, and when that one was over, Horace faded out and (Y/N) took his place. We were on a kind of cliff thing that overlooked the sea, and it was just us. Miss Peregrine had Horace remove his eyepiece abruptly as she had seen something that I had just noticed last minute. Our fingers were intertwined together. We were holding hands.

          That image stuck to my mind for the next few weeks and it was something I couldn't shake no matter how hard I tried.