Wednesday sat in the bench in the graveyard. It was the day before her wedding. She was to marry Lucas Beineke. And she decided she would take the time to look back on the chaotic week she had had. "Oh, Wednesday," Lucas had said. "I just want to lock you up in a little house with a picket fence and an apple tree!" She then stopped in her tracks.

He may have competed with her on who was crazier, but that did not make him any less of a Beineke. He had wamted some light colors at the wedding. And every time she told him that it wasn't going to happen, he just shrugged, said "You drive me crazy!" and they kissed. She reflected on events and while he seemed perfectly fine around the family, he still wore white and liked amusement parks and wanted to live on a farm or in a nice neighborhood. Lucas loved her, that was clear. And he was willing to give up everything he wanted to make her happy. And that was something she could not let him do.

Lucas walked out to the graveyard and Wednesday stood up. He walked over to her. "Hi, Wednesday." He greeted her casually.

"Lucas, we need to talk." Wednesday said.

"Is something wrong?" Lucas asked.

"This may be the hardest thing I will ever do. Lucas, you love me." Wednesday began.

"Of course I do." Lucas seemed confused.

"That's what I thought. Lucas, you are willing to give up anything and everything for me. You want to live in a nice house with green grass and a picket fence and live a little like we do. You want color in this wedding and you want apole trees and things that make me uncomfortable. I want certain things that make you uncomfortable."

"Where is this going, Wednesday?"

"South." She responded. "Lucas, I love you in a way I've never loved anyone else before. And that's why I'm letting you go." Lucas seemed as though he were about to say something but she cut him off before he could utter a word. "I want the best for you. I want to be your lesson, the one who gave you your freedom." She began to cry and she put her hands on his shoulders. "I want you to find a lovely girl who will give you your picket fence and your apple tree. And, Lucas, that's not me. That's a sweet, blue eyed girl with blonde hair who wants to give you the world. I am not the only girl in the world. Lucas, I want haunted mansions and death and to rot with the man I love for all eternity. You want amusement parks and endless youth and life. You want, "It's a Wonderful Life". I want, "It's a Depressing Death". Lucas, I don't want to influence you this much and ruin your life. Go find yourself."

"No, Wednesday, no. This isn't right. I want you. I love you." Lucas cried and pleaded.

"No, you love the idea of me. A goth chick who brings out the darkness in you. I don't want you with someone you want to die with. I want you with someone you want to live with. When it comes right down to it, it's what you want." Wednesday cried.

And that was the last day she saw Lucas Beineke. But that was five years ago. She was bareky eighteen then. She made a couple of friends in college and some said he had a family with a nice, blomde haired woman and had two, beautiful children. But she wondered often if it was actually true. One of them said his family was goth. Which almost brought her to tears because the "I have to let go of you" speech she gave would have been pointless. But the fact of the matter was, those rumors were nothing but rumors. It was the Wedmesday's graduation. She was twenty two. And she was sitting next to a boy who looked to be her age.

"Hey, Wenesday." The boy smiled through his black frame glasses.

"Who are you?" She asked him.

"It's me." The boy responded. "Joel Glicker."