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Principal Larissa Weems sat in her office as every day and worked hard.
The planned events were coming up and there was a lot of work to be done.
Emails to parents had to be sent out, safety precautions taken and made. She was working flat out.
However, she was not only working late into the night because she had the obligation, but the real reason was that she wanted to forget.
It had been 12 years since Wednesday had rescued her and then disappeared without a trace.
She had searched for her. Weeks, months, years, but in vain. Every clue came to nothing. She went through the scenario again and again and even today she did not understand how the young woman had managed to save her.
Wednesday was just 18 years old when she understood what was going on between them. They had talked about it before it happened.
All those years of school, the recurring power play, had been a pathetic attempt to deny that they shared a soul.
It was all the worse for Larissa that Wednesday simply disappeared.
It was as if she had never existed.
Today Larissa Weems was almost a shell. A, almost incessantly working shell of her self.
She felt lonely and broken. Yet, for the sake of her students, she tried to be strong. She had allowed only a few of her students at the time to see behind her façade.
She had talked to Morticia about it at the time because she had no one to talk to and because it was about her daughter. She remembers how Morticia had reacted, who had not been pleased at first.
After all, it had been her little storm cloud, her little viper.
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"Morticia, we need to talk," Larissa said as she invited Morticia to join her.
"Mon Amour," she smiled, "I'm sure it's important if you summon me here. So, what's so important."
Larissa became uneasy for the first time in her life as Morticia's gaze could see down to her soul.
Larissa cleared her throat.
"Well, to be honest. I want to talk to you about 'Day."
"What has she done Larissa?" asked Morticia with slight panic in her voice.
"No, she hasn't done anything wrong. On the contrary. She is working diligently for the final exams. In fact, I am sure she will pass them with flying colours. She is working on her social skills."
Morticia's gaze became questioning as Wednesday and social were like heaven and hell.
"Get to the point, Mon Amour. What do you want to talk about then."
Larissa closed her eyes and took a breath. Regrouped to prepare herself for the war that was about to come.
"I love her. I'm in love with her. "
Silence. Morticia stared at her with wide open eyes.
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"Are you completely crazy? Larissa," Morticia's voice is completely out of control.
"Larissa. She's a child... What's more, she's my child. You can't..."
Morticia's words caught in her throat as she tried to push the images out of her mind.
"You think I don't know that Morticia?" Larissa's voice grew loud.
"Don't you think I've thought about it? Don't you think I've tried to fight it? I treated her like any other student, reprimanded her when I had to and every time it tore me apart Morticia. Every damn time, I felt her pain. Every time it broke my heart when she was disappointed that I punished her when I had to. Every confrontation between us, showed me she was struggling with the same thing I was. It's like cursed. I'm sitting here in my office, arguing with you, and I can feel her
sitting upstairs in her room, her pulse quickening and her distress."
Larissa could say no more. Her eyes filled with tears. She slumped back in her chair, held her hands over her eyes and wept.
Morticia gulped at this statement. "By all the good spirits. She is your dual soul," she said, stunned, and got up to go to Larissa, who was still sitting in front of her, crying.
"Morticia forgive me. I don't know what to do anymore. Please believe me. You know me. I tried everything to stop this. The more I pushed her away, the more she put herself in danger and hurt me. I can't just lock her up and pretend she doesn't mean anything to me when even her classmates notice. I have really tried everything. I can't take it anymore and I don't want to take it anymore. She is of age. I also have no right to punish her anymore. I ask you for help. I ask you for advice. I can't take it any more as it is. I can't stand it."
Morticia swallowed. It had clearly been too much. She had never seen Larissa like that before. In all their years together, which were not exactly few, she could not remember a single day that she had seen Larissa so distraught.
Lovingly, she put her arms around the taller woman and comforted her. She was sure it would take her time to accept this fully when suddenly the door opened and Wednesday came in.
"Principal Weems, is everything alright with," she fell silent as she saw her mother holding Larissa in her arms and comforting her.
Morticia looked at her daughter, her eyes glazed yet determined. Morticia could see it and yet she needed more proof before she gave it her vote.
"It's all right Wednesday. Come in and sit down."
Wednesday stepped in, did as instructed and looked at Larissa. A look that had more love in it than anyone could have guessed from her.
Morticia let go of Larissa and stood by the still burning fireplace. Her eyes fixed on the flames. There was a strange atmosphere in the room because there was silence when Morticia suddenly spoke to Wednesday. She gulped when Morticia spoke in her mother tongue, which she could not understand.
"Fy mhlentyn, esboniwch i mi pam y daethoch chi yma?"
(My child, please explain to me why you have come here?)
"Byddwch yn onest dydd Mercher."
(Be honest, Wednesday)
Wednesday looked at her mother and swallowed. It was rare that her mother spoke Welsh. Actually, only when she herself no longer knew how to express her emotions.
Wednesday, on the other hand, had no trouble understanding her.
She spoke 5 different languages fluently and this was common practice in the family home.
"Teimlais ei phoen, mam. Teimlais a chlywais hi yn galw arnaf y tu mewn."
(I felt her pain, Mother. I felt and heard her calling out to me inside).
Morticia swallowed hard. She knew that she no longer had any influence on this situation that was between her daughter and Larissa.
"Dywedwch wrthyf fy mhlentyn Sut ydych chi'n teimlo nawr eich bod chi'n eistedd gyda hi?"
(Tell me my child. How do you feel now that you are sitting with her?)
Wednesday looked at her and considered her words carefully. She did not want to reveal everything, but she knew her mother well enough to know that she would not ask such questions just like that. So she decided to tell the full truth.
"Rwy'n teimlo'n dawel fy meddwl. Rwy'n teimlo rhyw fath o heddwch ac ar yr un pryd ei phoen yr wyf am ei dal hyd nes y bydd y boen honno'n diflannu. Pan nad yw hi gyda mi, rwy'n teimlo hiraeth sydd weithiau'n fy nychryn, ond mae hynny'n diflannu cyn gynted ag y daw yn agos ataf."
(I feel reassured. I feel a kind of peace and at the same time her pain, so that I just want to hold her until that pain is extinguished. When she is not with me, I feel a longing that sometimes frightens me, but which disappears as soon as she comes near me).
Morticia closed her eyes and tried to hold back her tears, knowing what it meant for both of them. It was like her and Gómez.
One would suffer if something happened to the other. And not just a little, she was sure of that. She looked at Larissa, who was sitting on the chair as mentioned and listening to the conversation, even if she didn't understand any of it.
"A fyddech chi'n marw drosti pan ddaeth i lawr iddi?"
(Would you die for her if it came down to it?).
Morticia's eyes fell on her daughter as she waited for the answer.
Wednesday looked her in the eyes and answered.
"Oes. Ydy mam. Byddwn yn marw drosti beth bynnag pe bai'n rhaid i mi."
(Yes. Yes mother. I would die for her without any ifs or buts if I had to).
Without Wednesday having any influence on her further words, she added.
"Fy nghalon, er eich mwyn chi. Fy mywyd i chi. Am byth fy enaid, fy nghariad at dy un di."
(My heart, for hers. My life, for hers.
For all time my soul, my love for hers.)
Morticia's tears began to run. She knew that there was definitely no way back for either of them. A loving smile appeared on her face as she nodded affirmatively to Wednesday.
"Well," she cleared her throat. "So be it my child."
Wednesday smiled and looked up at Larissa's questioning face.
Morticia turned to Larissa, smiled and looked at her urgently. She was reluctant to speak the words that were coming, but she had to say them,
knowing Larissa and her loyalty very well, and she would do nothing without her consent.
"Mon Amour," she said softly and smiled.
"Welcome to the family."
Larissa, who had been holding her breath, expelled the air with a gasp and lowered her head appreciatively. But Morticia was not yet finished talking.
"If you hurt her, my dear, if you put her in danger, then you should pray that I don't get my hands on you. For if I do, I promise you, as true as I stand here, that you will never again sit at this table and breathe the oxygen of this world. Hurt my child and I will be your shadow. Have I made myself clear and understandable?"
Larissa swallowed hard and somehow she felt that the lump in her throat just wouldn't go away.
She looked at Morticia and saw the dry truth. Morticia would probably bury her alive if she so much as touched a hair on Wednesday's head.
"Yes, you made your point. I get it," Larissa said clearly in response with a tremor in her voice. She prayed it would never come to that.
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