POV WEDNESDAY

Wednesday was frustrated, she had been in front of her typewriter for more than two hours and could not manage to write anything decent, the presence of the blonde was no help, even though she was strangely silent she could not stop thinking about her and consequently she was incessantly interrupted by the same thoughts that had been torturing her for weeks.

That kiss, that damned kiss had been the trigger of everything, if she had taken her knife with her that day, possibly that damned pilgrim would have ended up in the hospital or even better, in the cemetery and she would have been expelled but at least she would have taken revenge for daring to steal a kiss from Enid, those lips did not belong to him... but neither to her, so why did she care? why take sides over something that was not her property? And neither will it be, she thought bitterly as that nauseating image came back into her head, why did she have to give the matter so much thought?

And although she had been questioning it for days she already knew the answer to all those questions, she had been silencing her feelings for a long time, or doing her best not to bring them to the surface but she wasn't fooling anyone, she had lowered her defenses and she had been an illusion to let the she-wolf get close to her the way she had done, because now she was a sea of emotions, she was vulnerable like an open wound and she couldn't allow that wound to continue deepening, she had already decided that she would distance herself from that which made her flimsy, but ironically the more she distanced herself, the more painful the situation became, the blonde had that wounded puppy look, not only waiting for her attitude to change but also trying to decipher her sudden distancing, she knew it hurt her and it bruised her inside so she was between a rock and a hard place; She hated feeling that way because no matter what she did she got hurt.

Her last card was the confession but she knew that it would not lead her to a very different destiny, if there was something that had become clear to her it was that she had no chance with the colorful lycanthrope, she would never look at her, not in a romantic way at least because after all, what could she offer her? She was somewhat selfish and would always put her own interests first, she was a disaster with feelings, as well as with demonstrations of affection and even though she had allowed the she-wolf certain approaches, she was hardly capable of taking the initiative before physical contact, in short, maybe her friend deserved someone better. But the simple idea of imagining her with another person was heartbreaking, it made her feel sick, and with the desire to torture anyone who got in her way, it was in those moments where she longed to have knowledge or at least some advice on how to conquer the young girl with colored hair; she had never felt romantically attracted to anyone (not at this level at least) so she was never interested in the subject and ironically the person to whom she could turn to was the one she had fallen in love with. Fate was macabre and Goody had definitely not been wrong when she predicted her impending loneliness.

Still her instinct was telling her to turn around and just go kiss her, that maybe she would accept it, but her rational part was telling her that it was the most vomitous idea that could cross her mind. How could it be that she was longing for something like that? If, after all, her dislike of physical contact had largely to do with her parents' excessive displays of affection, what kind of hypocrite would she be? And if she decided to be hypocritical, what did she suppose would happen if she took initiative in that kiss? Possibly humiliate himself further and that was not in her plans. Maybe there was one more alternative and her last card was not the confession, maybe there was a way out and it was to get rid of that unpleasant affectionate look that so much prevented her from pushing her away, she had to awaken negative emotions, if she could get Enid to look at her like the rest of her companions, getting her away from her life maybe it would not be so complicated after all the she-wolf was going to be the one who would end up taking distance.

"Wedns..." murmured Enid, pulling the seer out of her reverie.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you have a moment?" she asked from the center of the room as she rocked back and forth on her heels nervously.

"I'm busy" she commented with a pang of guilt.

"I have tried to respect your space and writing schedule but Thing told me you are not well and I think you need to talk"

"He doesn't know how I feel" replied the gothic woman as she tore another page out of her typewriter in frustration and threw it into the basket full of paper buns.

"The thing is, he's not the only one who thinks so... Come on Wends, it's obvious there's something wrong with you"

"Nothing is wrong with me," she whispered after a long sigh.

"Let's talk, or would you rather do something?"

"What I'd rather you shut your mouth for once and maybe cut that thing's fingers off when it comes near me"

"Wow! Did you take vinegar or something? Your moodiness today has been beyond normal and I must add that you've been distant lately"

"I have to put up with you every day, what do you expect?" she blurted out, trying to convince himself that she had to get the blonde to back off.

"I thought this hateful phase had passed, at least with me" she whispered crestfallen.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, now shut up... I want to write"

"How hard is it to trust me and tell me what's going on?"

"Don't you have anything to do? Getting ready for a date with one of your boyfriends maybe?"

"Just because a couple of guys told me they want to spend Valentine's Day with me doesn't make them my partner!"

"If you say so…"

"I'm not dating anyone, Wends" she added wearily.

"When you're flirting with half a high school, it's hard to tell"

"Okay, this has gone far enough, are you jealous or what the hell are you getting at? You were involved in some kind of love triangle when you arrived and I never judged you for that" the blonde snarled as she swung the goth's chair around with a strong movement to come face to face with her.

The gothic girl did not answer anything, she just looked away as the lycanthrope was just a few centimeters away from her face, and if she usually looked beautiful, now with that authoritarian attitude she looked even more attractive.

"Are you really not going to say anything?"

"I don't know what you want to hear"

"I don't know, you've basically ignored me for days and suddenly you seem to have a lot to say regarding my love life so you tell me"

"...Okay, more silences is what I get" muttered the blonde after pausing to inhale a big breath of air. "It's not the first time you've made that kind of comment and I really don't know where you're going with all this, what do you want Wednesday, what's going on?"

"I told you nothing happens Sinclair, you can date whoever you want"

"Listen, I don't want to fight with you, I thought maybe you needed some time alone but we're already at a point where it's pretty obvious you're avoiding me, and I need to know why. What did I do wrong?" asked the she-wolf in a broken voice.

"You have done nothing wrong, I am the only one responsible for what happens to me"

"Then why aren't we okay Wends?" she questioned almost begging for an answer "You know that whatever you say is safe with me, but if you don't want to tell me what's going on tell me how I can help you"

"You can't help me, Enid"

"Let me at least try" said the lycanthrope as she guided the seer's face to hers with her hand so that she could look into her eyes.

The thread of voice with which she made her demand was so sweet that it led the seer in what seemed like an internal war about what or how to say what she had to say, she felt enraptured, the touch of her warm skin, the scent of her exquisite perfume, the short distance that separated them, those demanding indigo eyes, everything attempted against her sanity so on several occasions she moved her lips as if she was going to start speaking but she did not emit any sound and sealed her mouth again.

Her eyes now rested on her companion's pink lips and she could feel a magnetic force drawing her to them shortening the distance until her mind pulled her back to consciousness.

"This is stupid!" she finally said as she roughly removed his hand from the other's, "You understand that talking won't change anything" she said as she jumped out of her chair and moved toward the door.

"Running away like a coward is sure to make a difference!" cried the lycanthrope with a lump in her throat as the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

She walked to her bed with her eyesight blurred by tears and simply dropped down, she was distraught and felt terribly stupid, for an instant she even thought that the goth intended to kiss her, but obviously it was nothing more than her head planting wrong ideas in her again; if Wednesday felt interested in a girl it was definitely not going to be in someone like her, the very idea was absurd.

Maybe her mother was right and the seer's friendship was nothing more than an obligatory show of gratitude after having saved her life, maybe her attitude of a puppy in need of attention had managed to fill the patience of her companion, maybe it was time to resign himself and simply leave things as they were, she thought between sobs.

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By the time Wednesday returned to the room, the lycanthrope was at her desk apparently doing some school activity, but when she saw her come in she moved her hand quickly wiping away some tears with the sleeve of her sweater. Her countenance was dark, her face was puffy and her hair was disheveled but she still looked terribly beautiful thought the goth while her chest tightened just imagining that it was the reason why she had been shedding tears.

Calm down, I'm not going to bother you anymore," said the she-wolf when she saw the red-haired woman standing by the entrance of the window staring at her.

"I don't…"

"I wanted to clarify, in case you were considering leaving again" she interrupted almost reproachfully.

"I wasn't going anywhere" Wednesday whispered.

"I will not interfere in your life again"

"Are you all right?"

"As if you care" the blonde muttered as she put on her headphones and went about her business.

I care, the brunette thought as she walked to her desk. She hated herself for stooping so low and running away like a coward instead of facing the situation. Although she recognized her limitations, talking about what she felt was complicated, especially if saying what was happening to her meant exposing herself to new levels of humiliation.