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It was both a blessing and a curse for Enid to be able to feel so deeply when she fell in love visionless.
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On the winter month when she had first locked eyes with Wednesday Addams, a part of her instinctively knew she was damned.
How else could this electric feeling between the two be explained?
It was obvious, the trajectory of her life had been changed, and with that, Enid would willingly accommodate this new destiny for better or for worse.
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Her roommate was a peculiar girl: a loner among the outcasts of society with a personality that was a direct juxtaposition to Enid’s character.
Where Wednesday had prevailed, Enid had stumbled behind her.
Where Enid had shone, Wednesday had resigned.
Theoretically, anything past a stiff acquaintanceship appeared to be infeasible between the girls. But, by fair means or foul, they had both crept past expectations to an unlabelled and unspoken of relationship.
For this reason alone, Enid felt confident enough to assume that Cupids rule was blind, as, she fell in love with the impossibility of the two of them together.
They had contradicted one another in every way, as if they were sun and moon itself.
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Sometimes, Enid had wondered why Wednesday stuck around.
She wasn’t a poem, beautifully written and composed. Neither was she a novel; coherent and enchantingly addictive. Instead, Enid was akin to an unfinished melody - bursting with youthful opportunity yet never having the time to refine the treble clefs and caesuras of her life.
This chaos within the blonde had driven many partners away, but with Wednesday, it tugged her closer.
Like Hecate’s moon, the other girl had still refused to show a gracious love toward Enid, but, it’s presence was not unknown.
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More time spent tumbling down this rabbit hole had led to minuscule cuts from the barbed wires lining Wednesdays walls, yet Enid had not minded one bit.
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‘ ‘ Look at her…
I would die for her.
I would kill for her. ‘ ‘
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Being with Wednesday had led her to many discoveries and experiences. Most of all, these new revelations had been eye-opening to Enid’s true self, both physically and mentally.
Fiercely protective and loyal to a fault - she would endure endless battles and more against any threats to Wednesday before ever consciously putting the Addams girl into harms way.
On that account, Enid felt no remorse for the nights events.
Reverting back to her human form had stung across her body like a thousand paper cuts, but it was nothing in comparison to the many wounds Tyler had inflicted on her before limping away to seek refuge from fast approaching, flashing blue police lights.
Both of them had been battered beyond recovery.
On the right of her torso, an inflamed gash oozes out a slick carmine liquid.
Her blood loss had caused a blurred visual field, distorting the injury so much so that if Enid squinted, she could visualise a pile of freshly cut roses being the reason for the splash of red in front of her eyes. The tiny harmless thorns on the grotesque bouquets stems being the only cause of chilling prickles migrating down the girls spine.
Slumped against willow bark under a night sky, Enid allowed herself to close her eyes, blocking the veiw of shattered, yellow starlight - a weak smile had graced her delicate face.
Her dying breaths were a quiet macabre song, leaving the young girl in a painful reverie.
She wondered, if they never found her body, would she one day turn into a flower bed and find eternity here?
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Part of her had longed for Wednesday to be by her side then, but the more logical section of her brain was well aware that her last fleeting glances of the smaller girl sprinting to safety was the best parting gift she could ever have been given.
(Enid doubts that Wednesday thought of this night to be their last together.)
She's quietly thankful for the the uncharacteristic optimism her counterpart had placed in her wolf's strength.
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The singular thing she never properly faced with Wednesday was her fear of dying alone. Enid supposes that it is better now than never to embrace the cold comfort of this unknown ending.
Afterall, you can't die alone when your not so official lover is present. Not really anyway.
I can do this, she thought.
Then: And even if I can’t, I have to.
In her last moments, she had felt brave, strong, and broken all at once.
Never once though, did she have a doubt about whether she was loved or not. To her, that was a small enough victory to carry as a final badge of honour.
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Wednesday Addams had damned her life with reckless investigations and muted emotion.
Enid wouldn’t have had it any other way.
What Enid would never know was that after getting a writer to begrudgingly fall in love with her - the werewolf would then be memorialised in works of fiction, letters and an envelope of sealed wedding vows that Wednesday had intended for her to be present for upon each creation.
An Addams' devotion can last centuries afterall.