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Wednesday Addams never dreams of moments.
Not the way others do at least.
Sure she’s imagined what it would be like to skewer Tyler Galpin. Or write a novel that outsells Frankenstein. Or take over the Addams Family estate.
But had she dreamed of them? No. They were simply items on a list. Things she knew she would one day accomplish.
This moment though? This she had dreamed of. Since the day her best friend finally kissed her six years ago (and honestly long before that).
The moment where everyone stands.
And a woman appears.
In a white dress.
At the end of an aisle.
Facing Wednesday.
The Addams’ hands tremble. Her throat burns. Her lungs constrict.
Because no matter how many times she had imagined it, nothing was like the real thing.
Blue eyes meet brown.
The music starts.
A slow, stripped-down cello version of Can’t Help Falling In Love.
Wednesday’s eyes sting. But she refuses to let the tears fall. Not now.
The woman walks.
Closer and closer.
Until at last, she’s right there.
Wednesday Addams’ best friend and love of her life.
Enid Sinclair.
Standing in front of her.
The last notes of the song die out.
“Friends and Family. We are gathered here today…”
Six Years Ago
Wednesday wakes up to growling.
Which is certainly not the first time that has happened in her five-plus years of living with a werewolf, but that hardly makes it any more convenient.
She glances over at her roommate and frowns as she sees the wolf tossing and turning. Without thinking, she silently crosses the short distance between their beds.
“Enid.”
The wolf doesn’t stir. Typical.
“Enid.” Wednesday reaches out and grasps the girl’s hand. A gesture that would’ve been near unfathomable years ago, but now feels like second nature.
Finally, the wolf starts to rouse, blinking sleepily in the dark. “Hmm, Wends? What’s wrong?”
“You were having a nightmare.”
“Oh, sorry.” Enid groggily sits up. “I think it being so close to a blue moon is making my wolf a bit crazy. My bones and muscles have been sore recently too.”
Wednesday shifts uncomfortably in the dark. “Would it…help if you were closer?”
“To what?” Enid frowns, her sleep-fogged brain not understanding.
The seer swallows thickly. “Me.”
“What do you-” Enid cuts herself off as Wednesday glances back at her bed.
Oh.
Her inner wolf is suddenly chasing its own tail at the very thought.
“Y-Yeah, I mean. If you’re okay with-”
“I offered, didn't I?”
“Right! Yeah. It’s just, we haven’t been dating long and I don’t want you to feel rushed in us sleeping together.”
The seer raises an eyebrow.
“In the same bed!” Enid clarifies hastily in a high-pitched tone. Blush visible even in the dim moonlight. “Sleeping. Only.”
“It is either that or I do not sleep at all,” Wednesday deadpans.
Enid’s not sure whether that’s an insult to her noisy growling, or a desperate plea for her to accept the offer. But she chooses to assume it’s the latter.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Enid smiles nervously and walks toward the seer’s bed. “So…how do you want to do this?”
Wednesday gives her a strange look. “You’re asking how we should sleep?”
“Yes?”
“As we normally would?”
“R-Right. Good idea.”
Wednesday steps forward and climbs onto the bed, trying to present an air of confidence she is not at all feeling. Never in her 21 years of existence has she had another creature share her sleeping space. Not even the stuffed spider her father got her which she cast out of her crib as an infant.
Yet now as she lies in her corpse position, she finds herself rife with something dreadfully close to excitement at the prospect of having her girlfriend so close while they slept.
The only problem is, Enid is still standing at the edge of the bed. Appearing very much frozen.
“If you wish to keep standing there all night then by all means-”
“Nope! I’m coming!” The wolf crawls into the surprisingly comfortable bed and lies down as far from the raven as possible. Which isn’t really that far in the undersized bed, but the space between them is disappointing all the same.
Wednesday doesn’t comment on it though. Already feeling slightly mortified at her desperation for this to even occur.
They lie in silence for a while. And the seer is about to drift off again when she feels a warm arm snake around her waist. She looks over in surprise.
“Is this okay?” Enid whispers shyly.
Wednesday only stares.
“Sorry-” Enid begins to pull her arm back, but a firm hand stops the motion. She glances up at its owner.
The seer nods once.
Enid smiles and presses a kiss to the girl’s cheek. “Night, Wends.”
Wednesday falls asleep soon after. Cheek tingling.
And for the first time ever, she dreams. Not a nightmare, which she usually has, but an actual dream.
“You look so beautiful, Wednesday.”
Enid rests her head against the shorter girl’s as they sway around the dance floor.
Wednesday takes Enid in.
Her brilliant blue eyes. Her golden inner radiance. Her white dress.
“As do you, querida.”
The wolf smiles and kisses the raven softly. “We’re a long way from fake dating, huh?”
Wednesday smirks at the reference. “Our goal of antagonizing your mother was still accomplished though.”
“Oh yeah. She hates that I’m an Addams now.”
“Yet another thing she and I disagree on.”
Enid laughs and kisses her again.
“I love you, Wednesday Addams.”
“And I you, querida.”
Wednesday’s eyes snap open. Though she almost can’t tell, given how much of her vision is obscured by wild blonde hair.
Enid is practically on top of her. Right arm and leg curled around her body. Nose buried in the crook of Wednesday’s neck.
If it were anyone else, they’d be bleeding out on the ground by now. But this is Enid. And the only thing Wednesday finds herself wishing for is that they had done this sooner.
Her fingers move on auto-pilot, threading through blonde hair to wipe it out of both of their eyes. Allowing herself a rare moment to admire the wolf who continues to slumber on.
She thinks of her dream. Or…vision?
It certainly felt real like a vision.
Except that she and Enid never fake dated. So she supposes that couldn’t be their future.
The girl in her arms begins to stir.
“Mmm.” Enid’s eyes open slowly, though they quickly grow wider as she realizes her position. “Oh my gosh, Wends! I’m so sorry! I’m like, smothering you!”
“I do not feel as such,” Wednesday blurts out involuntarily.
The wolf softens as she hovers over the raven. “No?”
Wednesday tries to look away, but Enid cups her cheeks and kisses her deeply, leaving her no choice but to melt into it.
Her fingers thread back into blonde hair as the remnants of the dream prickle her mind once more.
Maybe it wasn’t a vision of them in the future. Not exactly.
But maybe it was close.
Five Years Ago
Wednesday wakes up to Enid Sinclair's voice.
“You’ll never believe what happened today!”
The seer sits up in her chair and pretends not to just have been jolted awake from an unplanned nap at her desk. “Given that I’ve fought a dead pilgrim, been resurrected by my spirit guide, and survived multiple hyde attacks, I find that very unlikely.”
Enid isn’t fooled by the cover up, immediately going to her girlfriend’s side. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Like hell you are.” The wolf huffs and grasps the raven’s hand. “You’ve hardly been sleeping ahead of this writing deadline. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“I can sleep later. I only have a few more chapters.”
Enid glances at the typewriter. “That’s the same paragraph you were working on when I left this morning.”
Wednesday scowls. “A keen observation for someone who can’t remember what she had for breakfast most days.”
“Yeah, because I don’t care about what I had for breakfast. But I do care about you.”
The seer takes a stiff breath. Six years of knowing Enid and one year of dating her and she’s still not used to this feeling. “Your concern is unwarranted.”
“It’s not.”
“Unncessary then.”
“Wednesday.” Enid kneels so they’re eye to eye. “You’re the smartest, most capable person I know. But even you need rest. And you may just find that your brain works better once you get some.”
“...Fine.”
The wolf grins and scoops the raven up easily in her arms.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Wednesday huffs in indignation, but the pink on her cheeks gives her away. As does the fact that she naturally grips Enid’s shoulders for balance.
“Taking you to nap.” Enid presses a sly kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek. Relishing how flustered this is making the usually stoic girl.
“Insufferable wolf.”
“You love me.”
“Highly debatable.”
“Hmm, the pounding of your heart says otherwise.”
Wednesday’s nails dig into the wolf’s shoulders in retaliation. “Unhand me.”
Enid smirks. “As you wish.”
She drops the seer unceremoniously onto her bed.
Wednesday glares up at her girlfriend. “I should’ve smothered you in your sleep when we met.”
“You’ve had every opportunity to do so since then. Yet here we are.”
“There’s still time.”
“Whatever you say, Addams.” Enid leans in and kisses the seer soundly. Pulling away much too soon for Wednesday’s liking. “But right now, you need to sleep.”
“Only because you brought me here against my will.”
“Ha, sure babycakes.” Enid presses one more kiss to the raven’s forehead before moving to stand up, only to be caught by the arm.
Brown eyes shine up at her. Saying all the words that Wednesday couldn’t formulate herself.
Enid slides into the bed without hesitation. “Come here.”
They both realize how tired Wednesday actually is when she climbs into the wolf’s arms without complaint. Resting her head on Enid’s chest and falling asleep almost immediately.
For the first time in over a year, she has another dream.
“You look so fucking hot.”
Enid growls in Wednesday’s ear as she presses her up against the wall of the closet(?) they’re in.
“E-Enid.” The Addams’ voice is barely recognizable as she instinctively wraps her arms and legs around the werewolf who picks her up with ease.
“It’s so unfair that you always do this,” Enid whines, biting at the seer’s shoulder that’s completely exposed due to the sleeveless dress she wears. “Even when we first started dating.”
“You don’t seem to be complaining,” Wednesday shoots back in embarrassing breathlessness.
“But everyone else gets to see you looking like this too.” The wolf’s claws dig into the raven’s hips possessively at the very thought.
“An unfortunate outcome of this unfortunate event.”
“Please,” Enid pants between heated kisses. “We both know you secretly love attention.”
The sting of canines on her collarbone disrupts the seer’s usual deflective tendencies. “Only from you, querida.”
Enid’s eyes flash yellow. “Good.”
“Has anyone seen Addams?” A voice in the hall filters through the door.
“Nope. As usual,” another voice mutters in annoyance. “You’d think she’d at least pretend to be interested in her own book’s movie premiere.”
“Well she’s due to meet with the producers in five minutes.”
“Good luck with that.”
Enid sighs as she reluctantly extracts her mouth from Wednesday’s neck. “They’re looking for you.”
“They said they were looking for an Addams. They didn’t say which one.”
Enid rolls her eyes. “Well given that we’re the only two of them here right now, I think it’s pretty obvious.”
“You’re right.” Wednesday tugs the wolf back in to kiss the scars on her jaw up to her ear. “You better get out there.”
Enid’s pulse hitches under cool lips. “Y-You’re insufferable.”
The seer finally pulls away with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“You love me.”
Wednesday’s eyes blink open.
“Hi sleepyhead.”
The seer looks up at the girl whose arms she rests in.
Enid grins down at her. “How was your nap?”
“It was…” Wednesday glances at the clock and does a rare double take. “Four hours long?”
“I told you, you were tired.”
Wednesday shifts to sit up more. “And you just indulged me that entire time?”
“You looked really cute all sleepy. I couldn’t wake you up. Plus I still got a lot of work done on my job applications.” Enid holds up her phone proudly.
The raven scowls at the device as she pulls out of her girlfriend’s embrace. “I owe you a thank you.”
The wolf tilts her head. “For letting you sleep?”
“For…making me.”
“Well, you can sleep on me any time.” Enid winks.
Wednesday rolls her eyes to distract from the heat on her cheeks. Then she remembers something. “What was it you wanted to tell me earlier?”
“Huh? Oh! Divina proposed to Yoko today!”
The seer side eyes the wolf. “That doesn’t seem so unbelievable. They’ve been courting since Nevermore.”
“Well still! It’s big news!”
“So what did Tanaka say?”
Enid blinks. “She said yes of course!”
“That is not always a given.”
“Yeah, but sometimes it’s kinda obvious.”
Wednesday stares down at her girlfriend.
“They said they were looking for an Addams. They didn’t say which one.”
“I…suppose.”
Enid is about to ask what that look means when a sudden coughing fit overtakes her.
“Are you alright?” Wednesday’s eyebrows scrunch in concern.
“Yeah.” Enid waves her hand. “Must be allergies or something.”
The raven frowns, never knowing the wolf to be afflicted with such a thing before. But she chooses not to dwell on it as she climbs out of the bed to go sit at her desk. Already having a bunch more ideas for her novel thanks to some decent rest.
Enid smiles and presses a kiss to Wednesday’s temple.
“I love you.”
The dreams become more frequent after that. Starting off monthly, and increasing to every few weeks.
They’re always different.
One is of her and Enid visiting an asylum as a married couple on their anniversary. Apparently returning to the location of their first date.
Another is them simply walking hand in hand. A ring on Enid’s finger. A jacket draped over her shoulders with the word Addams on the sleeve. A joke about them sharing clothing over the years.
Yet another is them in bed on their wedding night. (Actually, there’s far more of those than Wednesday cares to admit). But this one stands out because Enid mumbles something about how they used to randomly kiss before dating. Which neither dream nor real Wednesday can comprehend very much given what happens after that.
But despite the dreadful pleasantness of all the dreams, something still rubs Wednesday the wrong way about them.
She knows they’re real. The kind of happiness she feels in them isn’t something that can be faked, even in a dream.
But she also knows that they aren’t this reality.
Because as similar as they all are, they each have one key detail which gives them away. One small thing that is referenced that has never happened in Wednesday’s life.
It gnaws at her. Not being able to place a finger on exactly what is going on.
But not nearly as much as the startling realization she comes to a few months into this experience.
Perhaps the dreams could be a coincidence.
But the supposed allergies that plague Enid the next day every time seem far from it.
Four Years Ago
Wednesday wakes up to coughing.
“Enid.” The raven cups the wolf’s face.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.”
“Like hell you are.” Wednesday grabs a cup of water and shoves it in the wolf’s hands.
Enid raises an eyebrow. “Did you just swear?”
The seer rolls her eyes. “As if you don’t occasionally talk like a sailor yourself.”
Enid sets aside the water in favor of kissing up Wednesday’s jawline. “Hmm yeah, but you never did before dating me. Guess I’m rubbing off on you.”
“Drink your water,” the seer mumbles, trying to keep her eyes from slipping closed.
“You’d be a lot more convincing if you weren’t so breathless.” The wolf nips at the raven’s ear.
“Enid.”
“Fineee.” Enid sighs and grabs the water. “You know, the doctors have repeatedly said it’s nothing.”
“It is still…unusual for your species.”
“Maybe I’m just dehydrated from last night.” Enid winks teasingly.
Wednesday’s face flushes as she suddenly becomes hyper aware of how little clothing they’re both wearing. “Just drink your water, wolf.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Wednesday scowls and gets up to grab her clothes for the day.
“So, what did you dream about?”
The seer freezes. Never before had they discussed any of the dreams. In fact, she didn’t even think the wolf knew about them.
“I heard you mumble my name in your sleep,” Enid explains. “Kinda cute.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No-”
“What was it about?”
Wednesday huffs as she pulls on a button up shirt. “We were in the woods. In the snow.”
“Hot.”
The seer flushes again. “That is not what we were doing.”
“Then what were we doing?”
“We were…reminiscing.”
Enid tilts her head. “What does that mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You were talking. As usual.”
“Hey!”
“About how we got together.”
“Hmm. Sex in the snow would’ve been more interesting.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrow. “Don’t you have to be at work?”
“Nope.” Enid pads across the room and loops her arms around Wednesday’s waist. Resting her chin on the girl’s shoulder as they look out their tiny apartment window to the city below. “I have a late interview for an article today. So I’m free all morning to annoy you.”
“How dreadful.”
“You love it.”
Wednesday grunts at the kiss placed on her neck, but she leans back into the arms around her all the same.
So maybe she does love it.
“Wednesday?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think we end up together in every universe?”
A thousand images flash through Wednesday’s mind from all her previous dreams.
A ring. An embroidered jacket. A white dress. An anniversary. A shared last name.
All the way to this most recent dream.
Where they stood in the snow in the Canadian wilderness. Renewing their vows.
Something, whether it be blue eyes, a curse, or fate, rips the singular answer from Wednesday’s throat.
“Yes.”
The wolf kisses the raven fiercely. Certainly.
“Me too.”
As soon as Enid leaves for work, Wednesday buys the ring.
Though it takes her another five months to work up the courage to actually drop to one knee.
She’s not sure why she was so afraid though.
Because the “Yes” Enid responds with is as indelible as the moonrise.
And then the werewolf is picking her up and spinning her around happily.
Until they collapse to the ground. Right there on the balcony.
Enid chalks it up to her excitement.
But Wednesday swears she felt the wolf’s strength weaken.
Ever so slightly.
Three Years Ago
“AH!”
“Enid!” Wednesday barely catches the woman before she hits the ground.
“W-Wends.” Enid’s fingers shakily trace over the seer’s face.
“Enid, what is it? What’s wrong??”
“I-I love…” The wolf’s eyes slip closed.
The raven looks up at her parents in a panic.
“Help! Please!”
Lurch gets them to the hospital faster than any ambulance would.
He sprints into the ER carrying the wolf even faster. Still in his tuxedo.
Wednesday follows closely behind in her black dress and bare feet.
“Name?” The attendant asks.
“E-Enid Addams.”
At least, as of ten minutes ago.
Nurses usher the werewolf into an examination room. The entire Addams family crowds in as well, disregarding any protests to the contrary.
“What happened?” A doctor asks.
“I-I don’t know. She just suddenly collapsed.” Wednesday doesn’t realize how much she’s shaking until her mother rests both hands on her shoulders.
“Has she had any symptoms of anything before?”
Wednesday suddenly can’t find her voice, so Morticia steps in. “She always seemed in good health as far as I know.”
The doctor nods. “Early tests don’t seem to indicate anything with her heart.”
“S-She has coughing fits,” Wednesday finally manages. “And moments of…weakness.”
“Ever diagnosed?”
“No. Doctors always insisted they couldn’t find anything wrong.”
“I see she’s a werewolf.”
“Yes. But lycan specialists said the same. Even though full moons have been increasingly painful for her.”
The doctor jots down more notes. “Well, we’ll run all the tests we can.”
“Please.” Wednesday has never heard her own voice sound so desperate in her life. “You have to help her.”
The doctor glances at the raven’s attire, then at the werewolf who lies in a white dress. “We will do everything we can.”
Wednesday suddenly feels the immense need to scream. To beg. Because that wasn’t a good enough answer. But her father pulls her away before she can do so.
“Let them work, my stormcloud,” Gomez says solemnly.
Hours pass.
None of the Addams move from their vigil. Except Grandmama. Which Wednesday hardly notices.
Until finally, a doctor comes back.
“I have…confusing news.”
“What does that mean?” Wednesday asks sharply, feeling her throat grow increasingly tighter.
“As all the other doctors said, we found nothing wrong with her.”
That brings the seer no relief. “But?”
The doctor shakes her head sadly. “But she is still dying.”
“No.”
“We don’t know what else we can do for her.”
“No-”
“I’m so sorry.”
“NO!”
Morticia grabs her daughter to keep her from crumpling to the ground.
Wednesday wrestles herself away and stumbles to Enid’s bedside. Not even registering how loudly she’s sobbing.
“Enid. Please. Wake up.”
She grasps the wolf’s hand.
“Please.”
For some foolish reason, Wednesday thinks it will work. That Enid will answer her. Enid always answers her.
But the heart beat in the monitor only slows further.
She looks at her mother with broken eyes. “W-What’s happening?”
Morticia shakes her head. Tears streaming down her own face. For there’s nothing like watching your child go through immense pain and being unable to do anything about it.
“Father. Mother. PLEASE!”
They only look on helplessly.
Wednesday whirls to Fester. “Shock her!”
“Kiddo-”
“Pugsley!”
The young man’s hands tremble as he tries to conjure the electricity in his finger tips. “Sis…”
“The Wolf Pack Curse.” Grandmama sweeps back into the room holding an old book.
Wednesday turns to her grandmother, the remnant of a last hope in her eyes. “What?”
“It’s incredibly rare. So much so that I didn’t believe it to be true. My grandfather told me of it once when I was a girl. But I never heard anything more of it until I found this book.”
“But what is it?” The raven growls.
Grandmama gets a look in her eyes that the entire family knows well. The look she gets when she’s about to deliver horrific news from one of her visions. Except that this look seems infinitely worse.
“What is it!”
“It is a curse.” Hester takes a shuttering breath. “That if a werewolf falls in love with a human, they slowly, painfully, begin to lose their powers. Distance can help ease the symptoms, and even reverse its progression. As can taking a werewolf mate instead. But if they continue to stay with that human, it will only grow worse. And if they bind themselves to that human for life…”
Wednesday looks back at the werewolf lying in the hospital bed.
No.
No.
This had to be something worse than hell.
All this time. All these years.
The love of her life had been dying.
Because of her.
“Enid.” Wednesday grabs the wolf’s hand again. Gripping it harshly. Desperately. “W-Why didn’t you tell me?”
She knows Enid knew.
Maybe not about the curse. But about losing her powers. About something being wrong.
And all that time, Wednesday stupidly allowed herself to believe it was nothing.
“Damnit, Enid! Why didn’t you tell me!”
Wednesday screams at a decibel her voice had been incapable of reaching until that moment.
Then she collapses against the bed. Sobbing into her wife’s shoulder.
“Please. Please don’t leave me, mi loba.”
Even as she says it, the wolf’s heart rate drops further.
Wednesday thinks about running. If there is still time.
But deep down, she already knows the truth.
“I-I love you, Enid.”
The beeping flatlines.
Wednesday wakes up on the floor. Clutching her chest. Tears coating her cheeks.
“Enid!”
No one runs to her. No strong arms pull her into a tight embrace. No lips kiss away her tears.
And she thinks, for a horrific moment, that the dream has already come to pass. That she’s already alone in this life.
But then she slowly focuses on her reality. Sees the hotel room surrounding her. Remembers how she’s on a trip to visit her publisher. How Enid stayed behind at their apartment with her own work obligations.
She scrambles for the hotel phone and dials the number she knows by heart, despite not having a phone herself.
“Hello?”
Enid Sinclair’s voice crashes into Wednesday like a tidal wave.
Flooding her with relief. Joy.
And then…terror.
Pure terror.
“Hello? Who is this?”
Wednesday slams the phone back down.
Enid may be alive. But she’s dying.
Wednesday knows it.
This was what was missing in all the other dreams.
The singular detail.
The coughing. The weakened strength. The difficult full moons.
Beginning when they started dating and only worsening these last few months during their engagement.
And it hits her.
The truth.
Pinning her against the bathroom door. Crumpling her against cold tile.
Wednesday Addams kills Enid Sinclair.
In this timeline.
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Enid knows something is wrong the second Wednesday steps off the plane.
It’s not hard. She doesn’t even have to have known the girl for nine years to see it. But that doesn’t mean she understands it.
“Hey! I missed you.” The wolf wraps her arms around the seer, ignoring the familiar ache in her bones as she does so. Blaming it on the full moon that isn’t even close by.
Wednesday doesn’t hug back.
Doesn’t say anything.
Doesn’t even look her in the eye.
Enid grabs her fiancé firmly. “What’s wrong?”
Wednesday stares at the ground. “I…had a harrowing trip.”
The wolf’s lie detector flickers. Because while she can tell it’s the truth, it definitely doesn’t feel like the whole truth.
“Well, talk to me about it?”
The seer moves robotically to the car.
“...Or don’t.”
The rest of the evening doesn’t go much better. In fact, Enid’s pretty sure Wednesday is two seconds away from bolting out the door and never returning. Which does absolutely nothing for the growing pain throughout her entire body.
Is Wednesday having second thoughts about the wedding? Does she not want this anymore?
The very idea makes Enid want to fall to her knees and beg.
But Wednesday hardly gives her an opportunity to do even that.
Somehow, they make it through the night. Much to Enid’s relief when she wakes up to see the seer sitting at her desk in the morning. Still there.
She goes and kneels by the girl’s chair. “Wends, tell me what’s going on.”
The raven’s lip trembles. “I will when you tell me.”
“What?”
Wednesday finally looks at her for the first time in the last 24 hours. Though the look is practically foreign to Enid. Detached. Sharp. Nothing like what she’s used to from the last 9 years.
“You have something to tell me, do you not?”
Enid shakes her head in bewilderment. Trying to figure out what the seer means. Surely she’s not talking about her random aches and pains, right? Those were nothing. Are nothing.
“I-I don’t know what you mean.”
The seer’s jaw tenses. “I see.”
“Wends, whatever you think is going on-”
“I need space.”
Enid almost stumbles back. Despite her concerns about smothering Wednesday when they first started dating, never before had the seer made this request. “Wends, please just talk to me. Is this about a vision?”
“Enid.”
The wolf clenches her fists.
She loves Wednesday Addams with her entire being. But if she had to pick her least favorite quality of the raven’s, it’s this. The shutting her out.
Which hasn’t happened in years. Making this moment nothing short of terrifying.
But she knows from experience that pushing will only make it worse. So she nods once and goes to get ready for work.
Ignoring the sharp pains in her stomach.
Which must be from heartbreak.
The descent into madness is rapid after that. For both of them.
No amount of space Enid gives Wednesday is enough to get her to talk.
And no amount of force Wednesday uses to push Enid away is enough to slow the increasing coughing fits.
They argue all the time. Daily. Hourly.
Talking past each other. Yelling at each other.
Enid confused. Wednesday broken.
She knows she should leave. To save Enid’s life. But she just can’t.
Call her selfish. Call her stubborn. Call her hopelessly in love.
She even has her bags secretly packed. But she’s not able to take that step.
Not able to walk away from the person that she still knows she belongs with.
Days of madness turn into weeks.
Stretching into excruciating oblivion.
Until one day.
Enid coughs up blood.
“Ugh. Stupid dry air.” The wolf hurls the bloody tissue in the trash.
Wednesday stands up.
Their eyes lock across the dinner table. Perhaps for the first real time in weeks.
And they both know what’s coming next.
Enid’s entire body shakes. “No.”
“Enid-”
“NO! Wednesday, please. Whatever’s going on, we can work it out.” Enid circles the table to grab the seer’s hand desperately. “I-I love you. I always-”
“Stop.”
But Enid doesn’t. Just grips tighter. The ring on her finger dull in the fading light.
“Wednesday. Please. Don’t leave me.”
“Please. Please don’t leave me, mi loba.”
Wednesday rips her hand away and turns around to hide the streaks running down her face. “I must.”
Enid’s frame racks with sobs. “W-Why? WHY!”
“My…feelings have changed.” It’s the most agonizing sentence Wednesday has ever uttered in her entire existence.
“Y-You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Then look me in the eye and say it! Say it, Wednesday Addams! Say that you don’t love me and-and…” Enid’s tears cascade to the ground along with the dreams of their future. “And I’ll let you go.”
Wednesday knows this is the moment. Where she can save Enid’s life once and for all.
But try as she might. She can’t turn around.
And she can’t say the words.
Because in no timeline is Wednesday Addams ever meant to tell Enid Sinclair that she doesn’t love her.
So instead, Wednesday gathers every last bit of resolve in her brokenhearted body.
And walks out the door.
“Coward!” Enid screams. “You’re a coward, Wednesday Addams!”
She slumps against the door and continues to howl into the night. Clutching at her chest.
She cries until there’s no more tears left in her body. Then cries some more.
Never once realizing that with each step Wednesday takes away, her muscles feel stronger. Her bones ache less. Her cough melts away.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because that pain was nothing compared to this.
This is what dying truly feels like.
Two Years Ago
Wednesday wakes up to pounding on the door.
The clock reads 2:21am.
She grabs her crossbow.
“Wednesday Addams! Open this door! I know you’re in there!”
The seer drops the bow, nearly impaling herself in the process.
She hadn’t heard that voice in months.
Seven to be exact.
Not since she walked out of their apartment and moved across the country.
Not since she stopped truly living.
“Wednesday! I swear I will break down this door!”
In some odd way, the threat vaguely comforts the seer. If the werewolf felt strong enough to break down a door, perhaps her body had mended. Perhaps Wednesday had saved her after all.
Or perhaps Enid is just…
Wednesday opens the door.
Drunk.
The sight of Enid Sinclair is enough to send Wednesday stumbling back into the room. Chest squeezing in that way it always had since she first met the werewolf ten years ago.
Enid is so beautiful. After all this time. After all these years. Even drunk. Even…incredibly angry.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out??” The wolf advances on the raven like the predator that she is.
Wednesday backpedals. “I don’t know what you-”
Enid whips out the object she had been holding behind her back and slams it down the kitchen table. “This!”
The seer’s eyes go comically wide as she recognizes the object. A book. The book Grandmama had in her dream.
“So you do know what I’m talking about!” Enid growls, reading the expression on the raven’s face as easily as if it were five years ago.
“Enid-”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare try to give me a fucking excuse-”
“To save your life-”
“No! To take away my choice-”
“There is no choice, Enid.” Wednesday grinds out. “Y-You will die if you-”
“You don’t know that!”
“I do-”
“How!”
“Because I saw it!” Wednesday screams back. “I saw you die, Enid! Because of me!”
Enid shakes her head and wipes at her tears. “I don’t care, Wednesday.”
“That is illogical-”
“I don’t fucking care, Wednesday Addams!”
“Well I do! I care if you die, Enid! I-I can’t…”
All the fight leaves the wolf as she watches a single tear fall from the raven’s eyes. Confirming the only hope that had kept Enid going during these last seven months of hell.
Wednesday still loves her.
Indelibly.
She takes a step forward. “Wednesday. You don’t know the future. Not for certain. I mean, you’ve had other premonitions of my death in the past-”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“Because of the evidence.” The seer digs her nails into her palms. “Your symptoms. They got worse. No matter how much you tried to conceal them.”
“I thought it was nothing.” Enid offers the truth as an apology.
“Well it’s not.”
“So what??” Enid gestures wildly. “We’re just gonna stay on opposite sides of the country the rest of our lives?”
“It is the only way-”
“No.”
“Enid, please-”
“I said, no!”
Wednesday grinds her teeth. Why does this wolf have to make everything so goddamn difficult?
“So you have some alternative then?”
“Yes!”
“What!”
“Marry me!”
Wednesday doesn’t realize she’s staggering until her back hits the wall.
“...What?”
Enid advances closer. “You heard me.”
“You’re drunk.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
“E-Enid-”
“Wednesday.”
The seer points shakily at the book in a last ditch effort. “You saw what the curse does.”
“Yet here I am. Very much alive.”
“Because I left.”
“But I didn’t stop loving you, Wednesday!” Enid slams her hands on the wall, trapping the seer between them. “Drunk. Sober. Dead. Alive. I will never stop loving you, Wednesday Addams. I’m incapable of it.”
No. This is all wrong. Enid is supposed to hate her. For walking out. For being a coward. For destroying everything they built.
“Enid, y-you can’t.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I won’t let you die for me-”
“Who said it was for you?”
“I won’t let you die.”
“Then be with me, Wednesday. Because I’ve felt dead these last seven months anyway.”
The seer doesn’t have much argument for that, so she tries a different route. “My vision showed-”
“We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
Wednesday presses her entire body into the wall behind her. “I won’t gamble with your life, Enid.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
“Enid-”
“Please. I’m still so in love with you, Wednesday.”
“You shouldn’t be-”
The wolf rests her forehead to the raven’s.
“Marry me.”
.
.
.
Fuck.
Wednesday surges forward and kisses her (ex?) fiancé with bruising force. Knocking the book off the table in the process.
It’s like breathing for the first time in seven months. Like getting your heart zapped back to life after it stopped beating.
They devour each other.
Clawing at clothes. Pulling at hair. Biting at necks.
Stumbling until they fall into the twin sized bed in Wednesday’s cramped studio apartment.
“You’re still drunk,” Wednesday groans as the wolf rips her shirt away to bite harshly into her shoulder.
“Hardly.”
“Definitely.”
Enid pulls back, traces of blood on her lips. “Do I look drunk?”
Wednesday’s brain scrambles to regain coherency as she looks into dilated blue eyes.
Well, Enid definitely looks something.
Not that Wednesday is really in a place to judge given how her entire body feels on fire.
But now that she actually takes a moment to observe the wolf, she realizes how strong Enid does appear. Far better than when she was coughing up blood.
Perhaps the last seven months of distance hadn’t all been for nothing. Perhaps they could make it work this time now that they both know.
The wolf must read every thought behind the raven’s eyes, because she surges forward to pin the girl to the bed with a searing kiss. “That’s what I thought.”
Wednesday digs her nails sharply into her ex-roommate’s back in response.
They spend the rest of the night and much of the morning like that.
Wrestling in a mix of frustration and longing and terror.
Re-learning what it’s like to feel anything. Chasing it over and over.
And it doesn’t fix the timeline.
Doesn’t even fix the last seven months.
But it fixes the moment.
“Do you remember our first kiss?”
Wednesday side eyes the woman next to her. “You ask as if we are not standing in the very spot it occurred.”
Enid grins dopily. “Just making sure. It was so cute of you to fly me to Paris for our first date instead of just asking me to dinner like a normal person.”
“We were here to investigate the catacombs.”
“It’s also cute that you still attempt to lie to yourself about it.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Enid snorts. “We’ve been together 20 years, Wends. Don’t insult either of our intelligences.”
Wednesday turns to stare at the wolf standing there on the balcony. The glow of the Eiffel Tower in the background, illuminating blonde hair just right.
“What?” Enid asks bashfully.
The seer steps closer and lifts her fingertips to the scars on the wolf’s cheek.
“20 years isn’t long enough.”
Enid gets a glassy look in her eyes as she leans into the touch.
“No. It isn’t.”
Wednesday wakes up to the smell of strawberry perfume.
Her fingers naturally thread into long blonde hair and trace down a bare muscular back. Reverting to old habits as easily as breathing.
Blue eyes blink open and look up at her.
“Holy shit.”
Wednesday raises an eyebrow.
“You’re-You’re actually real.” Enid pulls back a bit to hover over the raven. “I was scared last night was a dream.”
Wednesday opens her mouth to say something foolish. Like how this entire thing is most definitely a mistake. But Enid steals the words from her throat with a deep kiss.
“Let’s fix it,” the werewolf mumbles as she finally pulls away.
“What?”
“I can feel you thinking about the curse.”
“Enid-”
“So let’s fix it.”
Wednesday’s eyes flit around the room, all her anxieties resurfacing in the light of day. “And how do you propose we do that?”
The wolf shrugs. “I don’t know. But we’ve survived a literal body swap where we’d both die if we didn’t switch back before dawn. So I think we can handle this.”
Well, when she puts it like that.
“Enid, your health…it may take us a long time to find a solution.”
“I don’t care,” the wolf echoes again. Pressing their foreheads together. “I just want to be with you.”
Wednesday’s eyes slip closed.
Curse her parents for ever enrolling her at Nevermore and shoving her into the orbit of Enid Sinclair.
Not that it would’ve made a difference if Wednesday hadn’t gone there. She knows they would’ve found each other anyway. She’s seen it.
“Okay.”
----------
Soon they’re driving through downtown LA toward the airport. Destined for Vermont. For Nevermore.
They had to start somewhere.
“Do you think our window is still intact?” Enid asks from the passenger seat.
“I doubt anyone has had the wherewithal to remove it.”
“Aw, are you being nostalgic?”
“Not at all.”
“Uh huh. You aren’t fooling anyone.”
“Who says I was trying to?”
“Please, we both know I know you better than that.”
Wednesday shoots the wolf a look. “Confident are we?”
Enid holds out her left hand, ring glistening in the light. “I mean, I kinda have good reason to be.”
The Addams doesn’t expect her throat to close up at the sight of the tiny object after all these months.
“...Perhaps.”
“Ha. Don’t act like you don’t- WEDNESDAY!”
The actual impact of the car that runs the red light isn’t something that Wednesday can recall feeling.
Nor the brief moments of weightlessness as they’re suspended in the air.
Nor the crunch of the ground as they slam back down.
No.
The only thing Wednesday can recall feeling is Enid’s entire body wrapped around her.
And then, darkness.
“Your scars are so beautiful.”
Enid’s fingers trace over the jagged lines on the seer’s bare shoulders.
Wednesday’s eyebrows furrow at the ironic statement and she shifts to run her own fingers over the scars on the wolf’s neck.
“Yours are far more magnificent, mi loba.”
Enid smiles softly. “You know, a long time ago that would’ve really bothered me for you to say. But you’ve actually made me believe it over the years.”
“Then I have done one thing right.”
The wolf leans forward and kisses the raven tenderly. “You’ve done a lot of things right.”
Wednesday’s fingers trail down further until they reach another scar. The largest one. Stretched across the expanse of Enid’s stomach. “Not everything.”
“Wends, how many times do I have to say this? It was my choice to take that bullet for you. Silver or not. Werewolf or not.”
“And how many times do I have to say that does not make me feel any better?”
“It’s been over a decade-”
“Still.”
Enid sighs and kisses Wednesday again. Firmer this time.
“Well. I’m still here. Beside you. Does that make you feel any better?”
The seer frowns one last time at the scar, but the tension in her body relaxes under the wolf’s touch.
“Perhaps.”
“Good.” Enid whispers. “Because I always will be.”
Wednesday wakes up on the pavement.
Every inch of her body aches. Yet miraculously, nothing seems broken or overly damaged.
Then she sees why.
“Enid!”
Wednesday scrambles to the motionless girl’s side.
No.
No.
She searches for a pulse.
There isn’t one.
She begins CPR.
One. Two. Three.
Nothing.
One. Two. Three.
“ENID!”
Over and over.
Until finally.
A breath.
A painful one.
But a real one.
“E-Enid.”
Wednesday’s vision is cloudy with tears as she moves from her compressions to focus on the other injuries.
But where to begin? There’s blood everywhere.
She grabs the wolf’s shredded pink coat and begins pressing it against the largest wound. A deep cut on Enid’s thigh from a piece of shrapnel which luckily doesn’t seem to have lingered.
More tourniquets, slings, and bandages are quickly applied after that. To a broken arm. A dislocated ankle. A gushing head wound.
But Enid’s lifeforce continues to fade into the pavement.
And Wednesday doesn’t have to be a seer to know it.
“Enid. Please. Don’t leave.” The raven’s tears mix with the wolf’s blood. “Y-You promised you’d stay with me. Always.”
Except that she hadn’t. Not in this lifetime.
Wednesday looks desperately at the carnage surrounding them. As if the key to Enid’s survival may be in the smoking vehicle a few meters away.
Where are the ambulances? The spirit guides? The miracles that had gotten them this far?
And why, why, can’t she stop the bleeding?
Werewolves aren’t supposed to bleed this much. Even after such gruesome injuries.
But Enid is bleeding like a…
Human.
Wednesday stumbles back. Landing hard on the ground once more.
No.
She thought they had more time.
To fix it.
Like they always did.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
This can’t be how it goes.
“Ma’am, are you alright?” An EMT rests a hand on her shoulder.
Wednesday just points at Enid’s tattered body. “H-Help her.”
“We are, don’t worry. But I’m here to help you too-”
“No.” Wednesday uses all the strength left in her body to pull herself to her feet.
“Ma’am, you need medical attention-”
“NO!”
They lift Enid onto a stretcher. And the only thing Wednesday wants to do is chase after her. To beg her to be okay.
But instead she does the one thing she has to do.
Turns in the opposite direction.
And runs.
Yoko calls 14 hours later.
“She’s alive. And awake. And wants to see-”
Wednesday slams the phone down.
It rings again right after.
This time with caller ID.
Wednesday doesn’t answer.
Not this time.
Nor the next.
Nor the 212 times after that.
Instead she packs a bag. Gets on a plane. And starts a new life.
Until one day.
The phone stops ringing.
One Year Ago
Wednesday wakes up to Thing smacking her arm.
Are you okay? The hand signs worriedly.
The seer wipes her forehead, expecting to brush away rain water, but her fingers come back soaked in blood.
Thing gestures at the crossbow on the ground of the alley they’re in. I shot at him, but he got away.
Right. She’d been chasing a lead. A last ditch hope to find an answer.
But he shot a dart at her which is still embedded in her shoulder. Something even her Addams reflexes couldn’t avoid.
But a werewolf’s reflexes….
No.
It’s been a year. And they aren’t even on the same continent anymore for devil’s sake. Not since Wednesday ran away under the guise of taking postgrad classes at Oxford.
The universe must have as sick a sense of humor as her though. Because when she hauls herself to her feet, she hears it.
“This rain really sucks.”
The voice is far away. Down the street.
But Wednesday knows it.
She’d know that voice is any alley. Any continent. Any lifetime.
Her legs carry her on their own accord. Stumbling toward the only light that’s ever been at the end of her tunnel.
The main street is busy. Even at night. Even in the rain.
But Wednesday’s eyes zero in on one thing.
Blonde hair.
The picture is such a blur in the city chaos that Wednesday wonders how hard she hit her head. Because this must be a hallucination. Last she knew, Enid was still in Boston, working for the Globe.
But then the figure turns.
Not fully. But enough. Enough for Wednesday to see the faint trace of a smile that she once woke up to every morning.
And she knows it’s not a hallucination. Because even her dreams couldn’t make Enid as perfect as the real thing.
Right there.
Alive.
The rush is short-lived though. Because Enid is smiling for some reason. Smiling at some reason.
A man.
Whom Wednesday would recognize anywhere despite high school being over a decade ago. Because an Addams never forgets the number 1 person on their hit list.
Bruno.
The wave of nausea that overtakes her has nothing to do with her head injury. And the only reason that she doesn’t immediately collapse on the spot is because Thing grips her shoulder violently enough to restrain her from doing so.
The werewolves disappear into a shop.
The seer’s legs move again without her permission.
Don’t follow her. Thing pleads. It will only hurt you both.
But Wednesday’s always been a glutton for pain. So she trudges onward. Eventually realizing it’s a jewelry store.
She gets close enough to see inside, then wishes she hadn’t.
Because Enid is examining one of the pieces. Bruno smiling down at her.
Wednesday’s heart falls with the rain as she watches the scene unfold.
Only 12 months ago, Enid had been holding out her hand. Finger shining with a piece of jewelry Wednesday gave her. And now…
The two werewolves exit out the opposite door. Heading down the road once more.
Until Enid stops. Back turned.
Only a few feet away.
Wednesday would know this feeling in any lifetime too.
“Hey, you okay?” Bruno turns, realizing he’s walking alone.
“Yeah.” Enid’s shoulders tense in a way only one person on earth would notice. “Never better.”
The lie rides the wind down the street and squeezes Wednesday’s soul.
Then Enid moves forward again.
And doesn’t look back.
Wednesday buys the piece of jewelry Enid had been examining.
A necklace. With a bird on it. A generic one.
Which Wednesday deludes herself into thinking is a raven as she puts it on right before crumbling in a heap in her bed.
“Do you remember that list of guys Agnes made for me to date after Bruno?”
Wednesday scowls down at the girl lying in her lap, fingers pausing their motion through blonde hair. “What of it?”
Enid chuckles at the blatant jealousy and grabs Wednesday’s hand, kissing the simple band around her ring finger. “I was just thinking how stupid it was. As if I’d ever end up with someone other than you.”
Wednesday glances around the area they’ve set up a picnic lunch in. The family graveyard. With two unfilled graves that she dug years ago that would eventually hold both of them side by side forever.
“The concept of you with someone else is certainly not one I enjoy entertaining.”
Enid smiles lazily up at her before kissing her hand again.
“Yeah. Me neither.”
Six Months Ago
Wednesday wakes up to the phone ringing.
She curses herself for ever caving and buying it to keep tabs on a certain werewolf.
The number is unknown.
“Who is this?” the seer demands.
“Addams.”
Wednesday’s hand starts to shake.
Bianca.
Who would only be calling for one of two reasons.
And given the cold neutrality of her tone…
“Boston. October 7th.”
Wednesday grabs the edge of her desk as her knees buckle.
Bianca audibly sighs, and the seer can practically see the siren’s disappointed head shake even after all this time. “I would say I’m sorry but…I’m not sure that I am.”
The line goes dead.
Wednesday drops the phone.
Then stumbles to her latest case board which also happens to have a calendar.
She flips to October 7th.
Six months.
In six months, Enid would be married.
To someone else.
Wednesday’s knees fully give out then.
She crawls to the kitchen.
And drinks.
Then drinks some more.
Until she passes out on the floor.
Clutching the last thing that remained from a time when she was the one Enid Sinclair was promised to.
A bloody pink jacket.
“Hold your hand steady, mija.”
“But mama, it’s heavy.”
Wednesday kneels down in front of the dark-haired, pig-tailed girl. She grasps the girl’s hand which holds a miniature axe. “You are a wolf, mi corazón. Your strength comes from within.”
The girl nods and grips the axe tighter, heaving it up.
Wednesday points at the target.
The axe flies.
It hits dead center.
An easy smile spreads across Wednesday’s face as she picks up the giggling child.
“Perfecta.”
“I thought we agreed on fake axes.”
Wednesday turns to find Enid standing there with a contrived stern expression. Hands on her hips.
“I must’ve misplaced them.”
Enid rolls her eyes as she moves toward her family. Giving the little girl a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s hope you didn’t inherit your mama’s inability to lie. Else you’ll spend all your time in detention, I’m sure.”
The girl laughs and lunges from Wednesday’s arms into Enid’s.
“As if you’re any better at it,” the seer grumbles.
Enid grins and leans over to kiss the pout off her wife’s lips. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Says the one that once got us arrested.”
“That was definitely your fault!”
Wednesday smirks and steals another kiss.
“Ew, stop it!” The little girl paws on her mothers’ faces, trying to get them to separate.
Enid laughs as she pulls back and starts to walk toward the house. “You know, your mama was against open displays of affection too before she met me.”
“We do not eat each other’s faces off in public like my parents do,” Wednesday shoots back.
“I mean…there was that one time…”
The little girl giggles as she points at Wednesday. “You’re red, mama.”
“And you are about to miss out on dessert for a week, mija.”
Enid shakes her head and sets the girl down in the hallway. “Don’t worry, baby. Your mama is all talk. She secretly really loves us.”
The little girl looks up at Wednesday with wide, blue eyes.
“I don’t think it’s really a secret.”
Wednesday promptly vomits on her return to consciousness.
Then blacks out again. Hoping to fall back into the dream.
But all she sees is darkness.
One Day Ago
Wednesday wakes up to the door bell blaring.
She stomps over. “Pugsley, I swear if you tell me to the wedding one more time I will incinerate-”
The door opens.
“Hi.”
1 year. 11 months. 13 days.
Was still not long enough to prepare Wednesday for this.
Enid looks strong. Healthy. Thriving.
A sharp contrast to the bloody mess she last truly saw the wolf in.
Yet the firsthand visual of Enid’s miraculous recovery only washes over Wednesday as horror.
Because it means one thing.
She glances at the ring on Enid’s left hand.
The new one.
“Pugsley didn’t tell me your location, in case you were wondering.”
Wednesday’s gaze rises, but somehow looking into familiar blue eyes hurts even more.
Enid shakes her head wryly. “You’re just predictable. Still.”
The seer finally finds her voice. “I cannot say the same about you.”
Enid takes a shaky breath, as if preparing to go into a speech she had been practicing for years. Or maybe that’s just Wednesday projecting.
“My pianist cancelled last minute.”
Wednesday frowns in confusion, not exactly expecting that to be their first topic of discussion.
“Will you play instead?”
Oh.
The question is the single most agonizing one Wednesday has ever been asked.
“I know.” Enid bites a trembling lip. “I know it’s a crazy thing to ask. But I…I want you there. I’ve always wanted you there.”
Oh.
How is it getting worse?
“You can say no-”
“I will.”
Even after all this time, saying no to Enid still isn’t an option.
The wolf smiles one of the saddest smiles Wednesday has ever seen. Then holds out a folder of sheet music. “Here’s the song.”
Wednesday glances at it.
Then barely resists the urge to vomit all over the paper.
“I see.”
Enid gives an empty, ironic laugh. “Sure.”
They stand silently like that for a long time. Feeling as if their very existence is being erased as the minutes pass.
Then finally, Enid digs in her coat pocket. “I brought you one more thing.”
She holds out the object.
A ring.
The one Wednesday had given to her three years ago.
The seer actively swallows the bile in her throat now.
Enid’s hand tremors. “I can’t exactly keep this, can I?”
Wednesday wants to protest. To say that Enid absolutely can. That it had been a gift. A promise.
But she thinks she’s broken both of their hearts enough with shattered promises. So she holds out her hand.
The ring drops into her palm. Weighing a thousand pounds.
Enid draws herself up with a determined breath, and Wednesday is once again enamored with the wolf’s resilience. Especially as she increasingly wishes to throw herself on the floor and weep.
“Did you…”
No. Don’t ask.
But the werewolf doesn’t listen to the raven’s silent plea.
“Did you ever look?”
Wednesday gnaws at her own cheek and thinks of all the hours, all the days, all the years she spent looking for a cure to her soulmate’s curse.
Before finally giving up.
“No.”
The wolf’s gaze flickers to the necklace still hanging around the raven’s neck.
Liar.
Enid gives a single nod of resignation. Then turns toward the exit.
Wednesday flashes back to 12 months ago on the streets of London. Where they stood in this exact same position.
Just like then, Enid doesn’t turn around.
But she does speak.
“Ask me to wait for you, Wednesday.”
The Addams’ inhale is deafening in the stinging silence.
“Ask me to wait until you can…trust us. And I will.”
Wednesday stares at Enid’s back. The ring burning into her palm.
She opens her mouth to say the words.
To reach for one last chance at both of their happiness.
But nothing comes out.
A beat goes by.
Then Enid straightens her shoulders.
And walks out the door.
Wednesday passes out against the wall clutching the ring.
She only dreams of one image that night.
Two wolves. Under a blue moon.
Enid’s new life.
Present Day
“Friends and Family. We are gathered here today…”
Blue eyes tear away from brown.
And turn to the person standing on the other side of the altar.
“To celebrate the union of Bruno Yuson and Enid Sinclair.”
Wednesday grips her cello hard enough to snap it had it been of any lesser quality.
The ceremony is the most excruciatingly beautiful thing she’s ever borne witness to. Because everything is just so Enid.
The pink flowers. The blue bridesmaid dresses. The golden rings.
Just as Wednesday always imagined it.
Just as she always wanted it.
There’s no opportunity given for objections.
Wednesday didn’t expect there to be. Not after last night.
The vows are standard. Scripted. Perfect.
As is the way Enid says “I do”.
Except that for a fraction of a second, her eyes flicker away from Bruno’s. To another pair. In the distance behind him.
Wednesday wonders if that will be enough to get her through the rest of her life.
Which is a ridiculous notion.
Because it won’t be.
“I now pronounce you-”
Wednesday starts playing.
She’s 100% sure she’s not supposed to. Especially given how Enid looks at her again.
But it drowns out the words.
And for now, that keeps her breathing.
The kiss has Wednesday running her bow over the strings violently. Urging the instrument to block out the cheers. Which doesn’t at all fit the classic love song she’s playing. But no one seems to notice.
Bruno holds out his arm.
Enid takes it.
And together they begin to walk down the aisle.
Away.
“Ask me to wait for you.”
Wednesday stares one last time at the love of her life’s back.
Enid’s almost at the end now.
Almost to safety.
“Wait for me.”
For a foolish moment, Wednesday thinks the werewolf hears the whisper. Somehow. Over the music. The applause. The cheers.
Because Enid always hears her.
But the bride’s steps don’t falter.
And she doesn’t turn.
Wednesday’s tears fall freely now. Splashing onto her cello.
But it doesn’t matter. No one pays her any attention as they filter out of the venue.
Except for a vampire and a siren who send her a single sad glance before exiting.
Wednesday plays until she’s sure every last person is gone.
Then she lays down her cello. Walks up to the altar. And stands on Bruno’s side.
Her eyes fall shut.
Timelines flash by.
A thousand other moments. A thousand other weddings. A thousand other lifetimes.
But one scene sticks out above all the rest.
“Wednesday?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think we end up together in every universe?”
“Yes.”
Except this one.