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"A thing of beauty I know" Chapterlist

1. I guess I am not strong enough, Right now.

2. You lit a flame that consumed my hate.

3. Forgive me for letting you down.

4. I'm your demon never leaving.

5. That one thing that changed it all. MAIN MASTERLIST

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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 5: That one thing that changed it all

Warning: EmotionallyConfusedWednesday! Note: Posted a different chapterlist for the story, might update the main master list later. PreviousChapter. MainMasterlist A thing of beauty Chapterlist.

Three firm knocks, at 3 am this sound would've scared the heart out of anybody, but not you, you were used to this, it was a part of your daily routine, well until "What do you want now Wednesday? It's literally 3 am, don't tell me you "just wanted to see me" like that night." "I need your help," Wednesday replied. "Okay..." you were confused, she is so complicated, one moment she is so straightforward with you but then other times she shows you this side of her she has never shown anyone, her un-Wednesday side. "Come in..." it took your entire willpower to keep the promise you made to Wednesday, that you would never read her mind. "Sit. I need to freshen myself, You know what? While I am at it can you make me a coffee, the way you used to back when we... you know?" You asked her. Wednesday gave you a simple nod without looking at your eyes.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up, your head really hurt as you went through the minds of everyone you met today in school, trying to find out who was it this time. But what about Wednesday? How much can you trust her? You sighed, You've known her enough to know she might be rude and all but she won't hurt someone innocent.

Wednesday sighed putting the coffee pot on the electric stove, this moment used to be so common in her life, so why did she back away from it?

"You guys were perfect" as Enid used to say, but there was an issue that Wednesday noticed, one you might have missed: Wednesday herself. She wasn't great at showing affection or saying those three little words, "I love you." But you never seemed bothered. You were genuinely happy with whatever affection Wednesday could give, but that bothered her so much. What if you found someone better? Someone who shows their love. Would you leave her? She still remembers that night. She received pictures of her and yours from her stalker. But the angle it was taken from was in front of a store that had a CCTV. She got lost in searching through hours of CCTV footage that she forgot something important. This addiction to mystery, to the unknown, got her so dedicated that she didn't even notice the time going hours past 8 pm. She had promised to watch movies with you in your dorm. As always, you were so excited as if it was the first date you two had, When she did remember, however, it was 2 am. Three knocks on your door, she expected you to not open, to be mad at her for not coming, but instead you just opened the door smiling as if nothing happened, welcoming her, but Wednesday knew she didn't deserve this as she saw the uneaten pop-corn on the table. She knew this was only because you had loved her. If you had loved someone else, they would've been here with you. She knew this would be repeated again and again, she couldn't change. She was destined to live alone. So as you were still happy that she came, taking the popcorns to heat them again, Wednesday knew she had to make a decision. It may be the right one, or perhaps the wrong one, but she couldn't continue like this. She had to let you go so you could be with someone who deserves you. She told you that this isn't working and isn't going to work ever, she told you that she didn't feel what she felt with you anymore kinda true because she felt so much more than that. She couldn't stand there to see the look in your eyes. So instead she just got out and ran back to her room. Fortunately, Enid was sleeping with Yoko that night and she was able to sit in front of the half-colored half-dead window of their room. Knees curled up close to her face again, feeling what she felt when Enid left after their fight, but this time, it felt much much worse.

"Jesus, Wednesday, turn the stove off!" Your voice jolted her back to reality, just in time to save the coffee from boiling over. With a quick turn, she shut off the stove, the coffee pot steaming in protest. "I thought you were off in some vision or something," you said gently. Visions, don't even start... Wednesday poured two cups of coffee, purposely making them bitter; it seemed fitting for the long night ahead. Handing you a cup, you took a sip and coughed a little before asking, "So, what's on your mind? What do you need help with?" "The night before the Raven, I didn't come to meet you, I was in my room... sleeping." Though she wasn't, she was in her room because she was busy looking at the photo of her and yours you set the wallpaper on her phone. "What do you mean? I clearly remember you.."  "No. I didn't. It was someone else. Someone is trying to impersonate me, a shapeshifter perhaps, trying to frame me by stealing my belongings. I've searched my entire room for clues, but there's no evidence of a break-in or exit. I don't know who they are or why they're doing this, but they seem to be adept at their deception. I'm failing to find any leads. I need your help." "Okay. They must be really good because they felt so much like you to me," You believed her, you would always believe her, but it was so un-Wednesday like not being able to get what she wanted on her own. She never needed anyone's help, even if she did, she would never admit it. "I need to get to the evidence room of the police station, they might've collected some evidence there and I need to see what they got. Even Darcy's remains might shed some clues. But I won't be able to get in as the place is equipped with countless security measures. Which is why I need your help." "I don't know Wednesday..." You weren't sure, you were already feeling tired because you used your powers a lot already today trying to find evidence. But again, spending some time with Wednesday, even if it meant doing a crime, sounded fun. "You can say no. You don't have to help me," Wednesday said, sensing your uncertainty. She was already regretting involving you in this mess, so she left an out for you for you. You sighed and smiled,

"What's the plan, Wednesday?"

"Whoa.. wait... don't go.." the cop guarding the front door started to hallucinate as you and Wednesday got in. "Okay, Here we go.." you focused your energy on the guard stationed inside the control room, making him turn off the CCTV cameras. As you walked in beside another cop he handed you the keys and started walking away. Wednesday was a bit confused but then smiled as she understood you were controlling him to give you the keys.  You basically walked to the evidence room, making anyone in your way hallucinate to sleep. The heavy door of the evidence room looms before you. With a twist of the key, you unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Alright Wednesday, you find whatever you need to find. I am gonna keep an eye on the door if anyone comes." Wednesday nodded and went to see what else they collected from the murder scene.

There were some of Darcy's belongings, bloody clothes, and a bracelet, Wednesday wasn't sure if she should touch them to look for some visions, She could wipe off her fingerprints but that would wipe the killer's fingerprints too. However, she looked at the computer beside to see that they had collected some fingerprints already, 4 different fingerprints. And some more information. Lacking tech skills, she turned to you for help. "Y/n, I need copies of these documents. Can you do it? Also remove any fingerprints they got from my locket from their computer, because you know..." she hoped you would understand. "Yeah, I'll handle it. You keep an eye out," you replied, focused on the task at hand. Wednesday nodded and went back to the evidence table. She reached out to touch Darcy's belongings one by one, hoping to trigger a vision, but each item yielded no response. Disappointed, she sighed and proceeded to carefully wipe her fingerprints from each item, leaving no trace behind. Finally her eyes went to her locket, she had to take it because she couldn't risk herself getting framed. She had touched it so many times before that she didn't think it would trigger a vision. But it did. Wednesday stared at your broken guitar in her hands, a sense of unease creeping over her. She was an expert cellist, not a guitarist. How had she ended up here? She couldn't recall. All she knew was that she was sitting on a grave, surrounded by flowers because the grave was recent.  As she positioned the guitar in front of her, the guitar pick locket dangling from her fingers, she couldn't shake the feeling of being drawn into a memory that wasn't hers. With trembling hands, she began to pluck the strings, the sound she got was far from perfect, yet if she focused she could hear your voice along with your guitar tune.

A thing of beauty - I know

Your smile is so pure, so beautiful, yet so fragile.

Will never fade away

Wednesday never thought she would love anything so much as she loves you.

What you did to me - I know 

Said what you had to say

So why can't you two be happy? Why can't you two get a good ending together? Her eyes went to the name carved in the grave in front of her.

But a thing of beauty

"Y/n L/n"

Wednesday's eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding erratically in her chest as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. The dim glow of streetlights cast eerie shadows across the alley, the cold pavement beneath her sending a shiver down her spine. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to piece together the fragments of her memory. She remembered being in the evidence room with you, she still has the locket in her hands. Panic surged through her veins as she scrambled to her feet, her mind racing with unanswered questions. Where were you? How had she ended up here? What had happened during her vision?

With trembling hands, Wednesday reached for her phone, 8 missed calls and 9 messages from you.

Where the hell did you go? Pick up the phone!

Wednesday? Where are you? Answer the goddamn phone!

Oh come on, don't just leave me on seen. Talk to me.

I already got out. I have the files you need. 

Wednesday I am worried. Where are you? 

I can't even sense you anywhere in school.

You just left me alone in there! 

I had to delete all 4 fingerprints because I couldn't find which was yours.

I am gonna talk to Weems if you don't call me before morning.

Wednesday hurriedly found your number and called you. "Wednesday what the f..." you started, your voice filled with concern and frustration. "I'm okay," she interrupted, her voice rushed with urgency. "I don't know what happened to me. I'll explain everything. Can you meet me in my room? Enid's out, and I don't think I took my room key from you after our break-up." She awaited your answer. After a moment's hesitation, your voice came through the line

"No, Wednesday, you didn't. I still have it. I'll be there."

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Just found I use too many commas in my writing. I guess, I should've learned punctuation from Celine while she was still here.

Also just finished my exams and started writing chapter 5 of "A Thing Of Beauty I Know". We have a long way to go. There are still 6 more of her stories I need to finish before I can retire lol.

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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 4: I'm your demon never leaving,

Warnings: Emotionally confused Wednesday? Saw it in Celine's old posts. Stole the "All the ways, lead to you." from her Blade of Miquella.

Previous chapter- 👈

The girl found in the jungle, mutilated and lifeless, had been one of the suspects she herself had placed on her investigation board: Darcy Emerson. Ironic how whoever she suspects being the monster, often is the victim. Now, all she can do is await further evidence. Weems offered assurance that the police would keep her informed of any developments and that they knew Wednesday's skills in these types of situations. But still, Wednesday does not trust them, She always plans to be one step ahead.

"Wednesday, Principal Weems is calling for you. She's asked to see you in her office. It's definitely about Darcy, there are cops there too", Enid informed as she entered their shared room, "And why aren't you picking up my calls?" Wednesday didn't answer, she just got up and left.

And now Wednesday walked through the hall to Weems's office, finally some evidence to develop her investigation. She took out her phone as she might need to take any pictures of the evidence but struggled to open the camera as she wasn't used to this advanced technology, her Polaroid camera had stopped working. Principal Weems looked up as Wednesday entered, Wednesday noticed the new Sheriff there with another cop.

"Miss Addams, please have a seat," Principal Weems gestured to a chair opposite her desk, Wednesday obliged.

"Wednesday is highly skilled at remembering small details about anyone, I am pretty sure she would recognize what you found Sherrif.

"We've found some minor evidence at the scene," the sheriff spoke up "Including this locket. Darcy's roommate has confirmed it didn't belong to her."

 Wednesday watched as the officer placed the evidence bag containing the locket on the table before her. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar shape. She felt her blood run cold. How... it's in her wardrobe where her important belongings are, the guitar-pick-shaped locket you gave her, even if she broke up with you she kept it close. Sometimes holding it whenever she missed you. How did it get there?

Wednesday couldn't dwell on her thoughts fast as she had to come up with something because obviously, she couldn't tell them it was hers, she already had a "piranha" case from her last school, and the sheriff would doubt her. 

"Miss Addams?" the sheriff's voice cut through her reverie, jolting her back to the present. "Do you recognize this locket?"

"I'm afraid I don't recognize it, " Wednesday replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil roiling within her. 

Principal Weems regarded her with a curious tilt of her head, "That's rather peculiar, considering your reputation for meticulous observation," she remarked, her tone tinged with skepticism. "Nonetheless, we've reached out to the resident guitarist who might be able to shed some light on the matter. She should be joining us shortly."

Resident guitarist... 

"You called me, Miss Weems?" Your voice, tinged with confusion, sent a jolt of shivers through her spine.

As you entered the room, Wednesday felt a surge of panic grips her chest. The last she felt panic like this was when she found out Tyler was the Hyde. But that meant he was the murderer, this time the fingers would be pointed towards her. Her mind raced with apprehension, fearing that you might inadvertently reveal the truth about the locket. She had just lied to the authorities, denying any knowledge of the locket's origin,

As the conversation between you and the sheriff unfolded, Wednesday struggled to focus. She had always been the investigator, the accuser but now, she found herself on the precipice of becoming the main suspect. It was a role she never imagined she would play.

She watched your eyes closely, searching for any sign of recognition or understanding. There was a flicker of something in your gaze perhaps recognition, or maybe just confusion. It was hard to tell amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within her.

"That is a very beautiful locket," you remarked, your voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Unfortunately, they are sold quite often in our concerts. It could be owned by anyone."

Wednesday couldn't help but feel a pang of confusion at your words. Why were you helping her? You knew the truth that the locket belonged to her yet you chose to protect her. It was a gesture of trust that she couldn't quite comprehend.

"Okay, sorry for keeping you both here. You can go now," the Sheriff said, dismissing them.

Without so much as a glance in Wednesday's direction, you turned and made your way out of the room. Wednesday hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions and doubts. Did you suspect her? Did you believe she was somehow involved in Darcy's murder?

Wednesday hurried to catch up with you, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she reached your side, she hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice cautious yet tinged with urgency. 

"Y/n," she began, her tone betraying the turmoil swirling within her. "I... I need to ask you something."

You turned to face her, your expression unreadable. "What is it, Wednesday?" you asked, your voice gentle and yet it sounded so guarded, making Wednesday more nervous about what your answer might be. She took a deep breath.

"You knew that was my locket, you gave it to me. So why didn't you tell them the truth? Do you... do you think I had anything to do with what happened to Darcy?" Wednesday blurted out, her words tumbling out in a rush. She couldn't bear the thought of you doubting her, of seeing suspicion cloud your gaze.

"You regarded her for a moment, your eyes searching hers as if trying to decipher the truth hidden within. 

"I don't know what to think, Wednesday," you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"You can check my mind, read my memories if you don't believe me." Wednesday offered. 

"I don't have to Wednesday, We've been together enough for me to know this isn't you, I trust you." 

Wednesday felt a mixture of relief and gratitude. Despite the doubts that lingered in the back of her mind, knowing that you believed in her was enough to quell the rising tide of fear within her.

"Thank you," Wednesday murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate that."

You offered her a reassuring smile and started humming as you walked towards your room. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, her heart fluttering at the familiar sound. It had been so long since she heard you humming like that. Wednesday starts to think, did she really make the choice? Was there any chance she could've changed herself for you? With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly tore herself away and trudged back to her dorm, Enid waiting for her. Her concerned voice broke through her reverie as she entered the room, pulling her back to the present. "Wednesday, are you alright?"

"Go to sleep Enid." Wednesday just took her shoes off and went to bed, Maybe she was just tired, her mind weary from the constant tug-of-war between what she wanted and what she believed she deserved. Or maybe, it was only there, in the realm of slumber, that she could find solace in the imagined embrace of your arms

"Wednesday... stop.. please.." you managed to croak out as Wednesday's hand closed around your throat, lifting your entire body effortlessly. With each passing moment, her grip tightened, squeezing the life from your lungs. Your eyes pleaded for mercy, but they met only the darkness in Wednesday's gaze.

Wednesday's eyes snapped open, and her breath caught in her throat. She found herself in a cold sweat, the echo of your desperate plea ringing in her ears. Gasping for air, she struggled to shake off the terror that clung to her like a suffocating fog. Her room lay silent around her as Enid slept soundly on her side.

She looked at her hands. She could still feel the weight of your body in her hand, the sound of your voice choked with desperation. But why? Why would she ever harm you? She loves...

She sighed, it had to be a nightmare, but why did it feel like one of her visions? She struggled to make sense of this. This must be a nightmare, she would never hurt you, it has to be her own emotions going against her.

Wednesday pushed herself out of bed, her mind already racing with possibilities. She needed answers, and she needed them now.

But how can she get anything now? the crime scene must've been cleared by the police and she now has to find a way to get to the morgue.

"I don't just use my telepathy to chat with people, Wednesday, I can control them, I can drive people to madness, unearth their deepest regrets, their deepest fears. I could destroy them if I wanted to."

No matter how much she tries to get away from you, to keep you out, she always ends up back in the same place: with you. All the ways, lead to you. Next Chapter

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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 3: Forgive Me For Letting You Down Again.

Previous Chapter

[Changed the story name, felt like this one suits it more.] Wednesday approached the scene with Enid, her dark eyes scanning the crowd gathered around the grisly sight. As she attempted to push through, leaving Enid behind in the crowd, she almost went through the barricade tape but the sheriff stopped her, a stern expression etched on his face.

"Sorry, Miss Addams," the sheriff began, his voice firm. "But this area is off-limits to civilians."

Wednesday's gaze flickered over to the new sheriff, a familiar face she had seen before during interactions with Ex-Sheriff Galpin. She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempts to assert authority over her.

"Since you know my name you should also know what I am capable of. I'm not a civilian, I solved the Hyde's case you failed to do. This incident may have implications for the safety of my school. So I expect to be at least briefed on the details.

The sheriff sighed, relenting slightly under Wednesday's persistent gaze. "Fine, But I must warn you, It's a grisly sight, Miss Addams."

Wednesday's lips quirked in a semblance of a smile, devoid of warmth. "I've seen worse."

"That's what I fear." the sheriff joked.

"We found the body mutilated, missing parts. The head's nowhere to be found yet. Other students suspect it might be some girl who used to roam around the school. Y/n L/n maybe, or...

But Wednesday didn't hear anything after your name. She felt her heart stop, a cold dread settling in the pit of her stomach. The world seemed to blur around her as she struggled to process the implications of the sheriff's words. For the first time in her life, Wednesday Addams felt something she had long believed herself immune to fear.

But it was not the fear of the unknown or the fear of danger that gripped her heart in its icy embrace. No, it was the fear of loss, the fear of facing a reality in which you no longer existed. The thought was unbearable, unthinkable, and yet it hung over her like a shadow, threatening to consume her whole.

"Miss Addams? Hello?" The sheriff's voice broke through Wednesday's reverie, bringing her back to the present moment.

Without a word, Wednesday turned away, her mind consumed by a single thought: she had to find you, to ensure that this nightmare wasn't your reality.

"Enid Where is Y/n?" her voice stoic but only her best friend Enid can hear the worry lurking there.

"I haven't seen her here, why what happened.. wait"Enid's eyes widened in concern. "don't tell me you think it's.." Enid couldn't continue as Wednesday went into the jungle to find you.

"Wednesday, wait! I'm coming with you!" Enid called out.

It would be good to have someone who can turn into a werewolf if needed, so Wednesday let Enid join her.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Wednesday asked as they went deeper into the jungle.

"I don't know before classes. I guess? But you should have an idea where she might be, I mean, considering..." Enid trailed off, her words hanging in the air, unspoken but heavy with implication.

Wednesday sighed, of course, she knows where you are.

Wednesday's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings about you, keeping her awake at night with dreams filled with memories of your eyes. What had you done to her? It felt like you had cast a spell, making her feel emotions she didn't understand. Maybe you were like a siren, using your music to captivate her.

Days passed, and she couldn't stop thinking about you. She couldn't resist following you around, trying to figure out what made you tick. Even when you disappeared into the jungle, she couldn't help but follow.

She followed you for almost half an hour before finally reaching your place. She quietly tracked you through the thick trees until she found you by a peaceful lake. It was a place she'd never seen before, a hidden spot away from everyone else.

From her hiding spot behind a tree, Wednesday watched as you went into a small shed and then sat down by the water with your guitar. 

"I can hardly see the moon

Hope we'll get there pretty soon" you sang, your voice echoing through the quiet jungle. 

"Trying so hard to release you out of the misery" Wednesday didn't even notice that she had already started walking towards you.

"Hold on to your wishes

If you can't hold on to me

… Forgive me for letting you down

Forgive me for letting you down again

I guess I'm not strong enough

Right now" Each word pulled at Wednesday's heartstrings, making her want to get closer to you.

"I know you have been following me Wednesday."

Suddenly, a voice spoke in Wednesday's mind, stopping her in her tracks. She froze, realizing it was you, somehow talking to her without speaking.

"No, you're not going crazy," you said "I am a telepath. I can read your thoughts and feelings. But I won't invade your privacy unless you want me to. Come sit with me, Wednesday." 

With cautious steps, Wednesday approached the spot where you sat. Her heart beat erratically in her chest, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation coursing through her veins.

As she drew nearer, you turned to face her, your eyes holding a depth that seemed to penetrate her very soul. There was an understanding in your gaze, a silent invitation for her to join you in your sanctuary by the lake. Without a word, Wednesday lowered herself to the ground beside you.

For a while, neither the two of you spoke.

Finally, Wednesday found her voice, tentative yet filled with curiosity. She could feel the warmth of your presence beside her. It was a strange feeling, being both out of place and yet completely at ease at the same time.

"Your song... it's like it's stuck in my head," Wednesday confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and fascination. "Whenever I close my eyes, I can hear your singing."

Your smile was gentle, a glimmer of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Is my singing that bad?" you teased lightly.

"No, that's not what I meant," Wednesday hurriedly corrected herself, feeling the weight of her words. "It's just... I'm not like this. I don't usually listen to music, I don't dream about someone's eyes... I don't usually fall in love..." She cursed inwardly, regretting her slip of the tongue.

You smiled, your expression understanding. 

"With someone's voice," Wednesday quickly added, attempting to recover from her admission.

"Well, I suppose I should feel honored then," you replied, your tone playful yet genuine. "The Wednesday Addams, savior of nevermore, likes my voice."

Wednesday rolled her eyes but returned your smile with a hint of bashfulness. "I suppose you should," she replied, the corners of her lips twitching upward despite her efforts to maintain her composure.

"Maybe if you spend some time with me, like going out to get some coffee, spend some time here, perhaps you could sleep well?" you suggested, your voice carrying a hint of hopefulness.

Wednesday's heart skipped a beat at your invitation, a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through her. You were asking her out. The idea of spending more time with you both intrigued and terrified her. Yet, there was a part of her that longed to explore this newfound connection further.

"I... I suppose that could be... beneficial," Wednesday replied, her voice betraying a trace of uncertainty.

Your smile widened, a soft warmth in your eyes. "Great! How about we meet tomorrow afternoon?" you suggested, your tone gentle yet eager.

Wednesday hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubts and hesitations. But as she met your gaze, she found herself unable to resist the pull of your presence.

"Tomorrow sounds... perfect,"

"So what happened Wednesday?" Enid had to finally ask pulling Wednesday from her thoughts, it was eating her to see her best friend so lost like this, you two were happy, and Wednesday seemed happy, so what happened?

"What do you mean?" Wednesday responded, her tone guarded.

"You and Y/n," Enid persisted gently. "You two seemed so good. What happened?"

Wednesday sighed heavily. "I don't want to talk about it," she said quietly. "We're almost there."

What if you weren't there? What if... she couldn't bear to entertain the thought. But then, amidst the rustling of leaves and the whispering of the wind, a faint melody reached her ears. A familiar sound that stirred something deep within her soul. Wednesday's steps faltered for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. She knew it was you, she could feel it in every fibre of her being. But until she laid eyes on you, she couldn't be sure.

And then, there you were. Seated just as she had imagined, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, your fingers dancing across the strings of your guitar.

For a moment, Wednesday just stood there, feeling a rush of different feelings. She felt relieved but most of all, she was thankful. Thankful that you were there.

"Go talk to her. I guess, I will give you two some privacy." Wednesday nodded.

Wednesday approached you with cautious steps, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched you, lost in the melody of your guitar. It was a familiar scene, once she had seen so many times in the past few months.

Despite the familiarity of your shared moments over the past months, today felt different, as if she were facing you for the first time. 

"I've been worried about you," Wednesday finally spoke, her voice laced with a potent mixture of concern and frustration. "A body was found in the jungle, mutilated and left to rot. And yet, here you are, lost in your music, oblivious to the dangers that lurk in the shadows. What if it had been you in that girl's place? What if the same monster that took her life decided to strike again?"

You paused, a wry smile playing on your lips as you met Wednesday's intense gaze.

"I don't just use my telepathy to chat with people, Wednesday," you responded "I can control them, I can drive people to madness, unearth their deepest regrets, their deepest fears. I could destroy them if I wanted to. And yes, I know about the body. That's why I came into the jungle, I tried to sense the monster, but I only sensed you looking for me."

"But still," Wednesday interjected, her voice firm despite the emotional turmoil she feels whenever she is near you, "It's not safe for you to come here anymore. You should talk to the sheriff, they suspected that it was your body."

"Why are you here, Wednesday?" you finally stood up, abandoning your guitar on the dusty ground. "I thought you didn't need any more distractions in your life,"

"I.." Wednesday wanted to tell you the answer, but it seemed like it was stuck in her throat, she was always so precise with her speech, and yet whenever she is with you she forgets how to use her vocal cords correctly. All of a sudden the other side of the lake seemed more interesting than your questions, she felt like she saw someone but in a blink, they were gone.

"For a girl who can be so attentive, you get distracted quite often Wednesday." you sighed "At least look at me when I am talking to you Wednesday."

Wednesday had always been hesitant to meet your gaze directly. Whenever she did, it felt as if she were staring into the depths of the universe, unable to decipher the complex emotions swirling within. Though you can just read her mind if you wanted to, you never did, as you promised, but yet, Wednesday feels like you can read her mind right through her eyes.

"Tell me you feel this. Please!" your voice pleaded softly, a whisper carried on the breeze.

"Because I don't need to read minds to understand how you feel, Wednesday," you murmured, reaching out to touch her hand gently. "Just give me a hint, and I'll forget whatever you said that night."

Wednesday could have agreed, could have confessed everything in that moment. So why didn't she? Why didn't she stop you as you turned to leave after she gave you nothing but silence? Why didn't she declare her love before it was too late? As you passed by Enid, she gave you a pitiful look, before looking disappointed on Wednesday.

"What really happened, Wednesday?" Enid asked once more, her voice tinged with concern.

Wednesday remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her mind echoed with the answer.

"I guess I'm not strong enough, Right now." 👉 NEXT CHAPTER

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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 2: You lit a flame that consumed my hate.

Previous Chapter

I saw in you what life was missing,you lit a flame that consumed my hate" She began, picking up a damaged guitar.

Weems sat behind her ornate desk in the dimly lit office, her fingers steepled as she contemplated the events of the past year. Thornill aka Laurel poisoning her, bringing back the dead pilgrim, her survival barely thanks to her shapeshifting abilities adapting her body to the venom, but the wildcard in all this, is Wednesday. She is special, good thing Wednesday didn't leave even after she tried to expel her. She wasn't there to witness it but she had heard from the students, how brave Wednesday was, fighting against Crackstone, saving the school against all odds. So she owes Wednesday, unfortunately.

"Principal Weems." And speaking of the devil.

"Yes Miss Addams, you can get in without my permission." Weems retorted.

"I require no one's permission," Wednesday responded confidently. "I need information, and you are going to help me now."

Now Weems tensed, what new problem is lurking around the school now?

"What do you need?"

"There has been quite an addition of students in our school this year, but unusually, most of them are unique and possess too different abilities. So you did not assign them to any of the 3 groups. I need to know their names and abilities."

Weems hesitated, realizing the sensitivity of the information. "That data is highly confidential. Regrettably, I cannot provide it. Moreover, your attempt to gather such information about the students concerns me as the school's principal. Therefore, I must inquire about the purpose behind your request."

Wednesday of course couldn't tell her she needs to know which of those students possess the power of shapeshifting.

"Contingency plan," Wednesday explained. "As you've seen, a single hyde terrorized the entire school. Surely, there are more powerful beings out there. I simply plan to have a strategy to neutralize those beings if they turn against the school and become a threat."

Weems could sense Wednesday was still hiding something, but she decided to let it go for now.

Weems sensed that Wednesday was withholding something, but for now, she chose to let it slide.

"Leave that to me. Just like Hydes aren't allowed in Nevermore, other dangerous entities won't be tolerated either. You don't have to worry about that."

"That went so well last year, didn't it?" Wednesday remarked wryly.

Weems arched an eyebrow at Wednesday's remark.

"Well, we learn from our experiences, don't we?" she replied, her gaze fixed on Wednesday.

Wednesday's eyes narrowed slightly. 

"Indeed, we do. But sometimes, lessons come at a cost. I'd rather not repeat mistakes if I can help it."

Weems sighed, "I know that even if I were to refuse, you'd likely find a more troublesome way to obtain the information. Fine, I'll give you a note with the names and their respective abilities. But I must emphasize, not a single soul can know that you're privy to this information. None of their powers should be revealed to anyone."

Wednesday's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Your discretion will not be in vain, Principal Weems. The school's secrets are safe with me."

Weems nodded a mixture of concern and resignation in her expression. 

Handing her the note Weems couldn't help but warn her one last time, "Just be cautious, Wednesday. One single mistake can change a person's entire life."

Wednesday glanced back at Weems, her expression unreadable. "I don't make mistakes. I make choices, and I live with the consequences." with that Wednesday left the room.

Weems sat back in her chair sighing

"Sometimes, the consequences we face end up becoming our burden."

As soon as Wednesday entered her room with all the information she had collected, she set up her investigation board. And her work began.

First, she compiled a list of the new students, their names, and the abilities that Principal Weems provided. Wednesday's sharp eyes scanned the list, and her mind started to weave a tapestry of connections and possibilities.

 Wednesday stared at the board, her mind calculating and analyzing the information at hand. The main suspects were four shapeshifting individuals -their names written boldly at the top of the board. Wednesday spared a moment to reflect on each of them, her memory retracing their movements and interactions during the dance.

Darcy Emerson

A recent addition to Nevermore Academy, she possesses an aura of detachment. Her ability, to blend in seamlessly with her surroundings, not only people but objects as well. Rumours circulate about her often observing others from a distance, she rarely engages in social activities. 

Past Unknown.

Elara Heraofta

A solitary figure with a mysterious past, She is also known for her quiet demeanour and preference for solitude. Whispers of her ability to change forms and disappear into the shadows have added an air of intrigue to her presence. Must invesitgate further. 

Adrian Blackthorn

A transfer student known for his charm. His origins remain shrouded in mystery, but he is known not only because he could shapeshift, but he could also read minds, and talk about being peculiar. Less of a suspect and more of a spoiled child in Wednesday's eyes.

Nathan Reed.

The mysterious boy who accompanied you last night. Wednesday's eyes narrowed as she recalled the intensity of his gaze and the discomfort that lingered beneath his facade. The thought that he might have infiltrated your life fueled her determination.

Wednesday's emotions usually locked away in the depths of her stoic exterior, surfaced like ripples on a pond. She couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that clawed at her insides. The thought of someone else connecting with you unsettled her. It was a feeling she couldn't easily dismiss, a revelation of a vulnerability she wasn't ready to accept yet. How did you manage to breach her mind? The answer seemed to lie in a single song.

The loud cheers, the pulsating beats of the music reverberating in Wednesday's ears. She stood in the midst of the energetic crowd, her monotone expression a stark contrast to the animated faces surrounding her. Enid, her ever-enthusiastic friend, was immersed in the concert, leaving Wednesday contemplating her decision to attend.

Enid turned to Wednesday, excitement radiating from her, 

"Wednesday, our school's band is about to perform! We have to stay and support them!"

Wednesday sighed, her disinterest in concerts evident, but the insistence of her friend prevailed. As Enid focused on the stage, Wednesday discreetly scanned the surroundings, seeking an escape route from the overwhelming spectacle. Just as she contemplated slipping away unnoticed, the lights dimmed, and a haunting red glow enveloped the stage.

A hush fell over the crowd as the ethereal voice of the mysterious performer echoed through the speakers.

"We lost everything" There was something about the voice, something enchanting, attracting that made Wednesday turn and look at the source.

You stood there with a guitar in your hands,

"We had to pay the price" you sang, your voice wrapping around the lyrics like a haunting lament. 

I saw in you what life was missing

You lit a flame that consumed my hate

I'm not one for reminiscing but

I'd trade it all for your sweet embrace

There was a magnetic quality to your performance that held Wednesday in a trance, and she found herself unable to look away. 

Cause we lost everything

We had to pay the price

The disinterest she had initially felt toward the concert melted away, replaced by a growing fascination with the enigmatic figure before her.

There's a canvas with two faces

Of fallen angels who loved and lost

It was a passion for the ages

And in the end guess we paid the cost

As the lyrics continued to unfold, Wednesday's dark eyes remained locked on you. The way you expressed the pain and sacrifice in your voice struck a chord within her, resonating with the shadows that lingered in the recesses of her own soul.

Enid, still caught up in the excitement of the concert, elbowed Wednesday and exclaimed, "Isn't this amazing?"

So entranced by the captivating cadence of your voice, she wasn't even aware of the subtle nod escaping her. As the song reached its pinnacle, the intensity climaxed, and at that precise moment, your eyes locked with hers.

A thing of beauty, I know

Will never fade away

What you did to me, I know

Said what you had to say

But a thing of beauty

Wednesday knew you were looking directly at her, The connection felt electric as if the universe had conspired to create a moment suspended in time.

Will never fade away

And that's how Wednesday first fell for you.

But she couldn't reflect on her memories as Enid came rushing into the room

"Wednesday..." Enid gasped for breath, her eyes wide with shock and terror.

Concern etched across her face, Wednesday inquired, "What happened, Enid?" Her tone laced with worry and anticipation.

Enid took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. "A student... in the jungle, it's... it's beyond terrible."  Next Chapter

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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 1: I guess I'm not strong enough Right now

I don't know how Celine wanted this to go, I am going with a mystery thriller with a bit of romance focusing more on Wednesday this time. Wednesday stood alone in the shadowy corner of the Raven, her disdain for the event etched into the deep scowl on her face. Dances were loathsome affairs in her eyes—frivolous gatherings where people exchanged meaningless pleasantries and engaged in awkward physical contact. Yet, here she was, an outsider amid the rhythmic movement of her fellow students, all blissfully unaware of her disdain for their merriment. Dances weren't her thing – she hated them. Social events? Even worse. Last year a Hyde asked her out but no one dared ask her to the dance this year, She is extremely pleased about that.

She surveyed the room with her piercing gaze. It was a sea of masks and fancy dresses, with shadows dancing to the haunting music. She sneered at the people, fake smiles and forced laughter everywhere. For her, these events were just a show, a game of pretending that she had no interest in playing.

So why was she here embarrassing herself as she wasn't even asked by anyone? Why was she wasting so much peace she would've gotten in her room alone as Enid was here dancing with Ajax like a dog around her master?

Oh right, You.

A week had passed since Wednesday had severed the ties between herself and the one person who managed to crack through the layers of her steely exterior – you. She couldn't fathom why she felt the need to watch you from the shadows, especially now that she had chosen solitude over companionship. But here she was, a silent observer to the dance that echoed the haunting melody of her own inner conflict.

She watched you, the ache of separation gnawing at her insides. The swirl of the dance floor mirrored the whirlwind of emotions within her, and Wednesday found herself ensnared in a paradox of her own making. The stoic facade cracked, if only for a moment, as a wistful gaze lingered on the one person who had managed to break through her walls.

Why did she break things between you and her again? Well, she couldn't remember as she was too focused on stalking you. You were a vision of grace, a silhouette against the dance floor's eerie glow. Your smiles were a currency freely exchanged, yet Wednesday detected a depth beneath the facade – a lingering hurt that eluded the casual observer. As you spoke with others, your eyes betrayed a vulnerability, a subtle sorrow that Wednesday could discern even in the midst of the festivities. It seemed as though you were putting on a performance, a masquerade of happiness for the world to see. But Wednesday, with her keen intuition, saw through the charade. Each genuine laugh echoed with a faint undertone of melancholy, a silent cry that only she could discern. It was a hurt she knew intimately, having been the architect of your pain just a week prior. Though you spoke with animated gestures and your laughter rang through the air, you didn't spare Wednesday a single glance. It was a deliberate act of avoidance, a pointed decision to deny her the solace of your gaze. And yet, the hurt still clung to your eyes like a ghostly echo of the past. Wednesday's heart, shielded by layers of indifference, felt an unwelcome twinge. She had chosen this separation, but witnessing your facade crumble in private moments gnawed at the fringes of her carefully constructed apathy. As the night unfolded, the haunting melody of the Raven became the backdrop to a silent exchange of glances – a connection fractured but not entirely severed.

"A drink might help." Bianca, the ex-queen bee told her, "What?" Wednesday glared. "The tingling feeling in your stomach." "My stomach is completely fine. I do not eat junk like you." Wednesday scowled "Come on, Wednesday. Admit it. You miss her, don't you?" Wednesday's scowl deepened, and she shot Bianca a withering look. "Miss who?" Bianca raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come now. Don't play coy with me. I've seen the way you've been watching her all night." Wednesday huffed. "I do no such thing. I am merely observing the insipid revelry around me." "Observing, huh? That's a fancy way of saying 'pining from a distance.'" Bianca chuckled. "Pining is for weaklings," Wednesday retorted, her tone sharp. "I don't pine. I observe with detached disdain." "Detached disdain, my foot," Bianca said, nudging Wednesday playfully. "You're practically a gothic poet tonight. Edgar Allan Wednesday, watching her lost Lenore from the shadows." Wednesday shot her a glare. "Enough with the poetic nonsense you know very little of. I have no interest in romantic entanglements." Bianca grinned. "Oh, spare me. You're practically drowning in teenage angst. It's written all over your gloomy face. So, what's the plan, then? Continue lurking in the shadows like a brooding spectre, or are you going to actually do something about it?" Wednesday scowled again. "I don't need a plan. I'm perfectly content observing." Bianca rolled her eyes. "Observing is for scientists. You're not dissecting a frog; you're dealing with matters of the heart. Go, talk to her. Dance. Have a moment. You might even enjoy it." "I'd rather be dissecting a frog," Wednesday muttered Bianca grinned knowingly. "Trust me, Wednesday. Love is far more interesting than any frog dissection." Bianca said as she walked away. Wednesday watched Bianca's retreating figure with a mixture of irritation.

The haunting melody continued to play, enveloping her in its melancholic embrace. Love, an emotion Wednesday had scorned, now lingered in the air like an uninvited guest. As Wednesday observed you from the shadows, her internal conflict intensified. Love, a concept she dismissed as irrelevant, now seemed to be the force pulling at the seams of her carefully constructed apathy. Wednesday found herself caught between the desire to maintain her fortress and the yearning to bridge the distance that separated her from you. The haunting melody reached a crescendo, a symphony of emotions echoing through the dimly lit hall. Wednesday's eyes lingered on you, then the stranger by your side, Wednesday hadn't seen him, didn't know his name yet, perhaps a day of investigation should reveal all his secrets but that didn't stop her from scrutinizing him with an intensity that mirrored her usual disdain. Every aspect of him, from his features to his mannerisms, ignited a simmering rage within her. As you and your date moved through the dance floor, Wednesday's scowl deepened. The Raven, already an insufferable affair in her eyes, took on a new layer of complexity. The melody seemed to mock her as she grappled with the unexpected surge of emotions. As you and your date twirled gracefully on the dance floor, Wednesday found herself clenching her fists, the desire to intervene clawing at her insides. She scoffed at her own weakness, berating herself for even considering such a deviation from her usual detached demeanor. Yet, the more she observed, the more the impulse to disrupt your connection with the stranger intensified. She couldn't bear it any longer. The internal struggle reached a breaking point, and with a determined scowl, she pushed herself away from the shadows and strode purposefully towards the dance floor. Her steps were measured, her gaze fixed on you and the mysterious stranger. As she approached, Wednesday could feel the weight of her own actions pressing down on her, an uncomfortable mix of vulnerability and determination. She tapped the stranger on the shoulder, interrupting the dance with an air of nonchalance that belied the storm within. The stranger turned to face her, confusion etched on his features. Wednesday's scowl deepened as she spoke with an icy tone, "You'll excuse us. I need to borrow her for a moment." Without waiting for a response, Wednesday took your hand, pulling you away from the dance floor and the bewildered stranger. "What is this, Wednesday?" you questioned, a mix of surprise and anger in your eyes. "You could do better than that ludicrous idiot," Wednesday replied. "Really? If you really cared then you wouldn't have broken up with me." You rolled your eyes. Wednesday's scowl deepened at your response, a rare flicker of regret crossing her usually stoic features. "That's not the point," she retorted, her tone sharp. "I… I didn't expect to care, but seeing you with someone else—someone beneath your standards—it's insufferable." You raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and disbelief in your expression. "And why do you care, Wednesday? You made it clear you wanted solitude, not me." Wednesday's jaw tensed, her grip on your hand tightening almost imperceptibly. "Solitude doesn't mean I enjoy watching you make questionable choices. You deserve better than a dance with that… buffoon." "I don't understand you, Wednesday," you sighed "Last night you came to me in the middle of the night acting all weird and then ignoring me in the morning, and now again getting in my life. What the hell do you even want Wednesday?" Now Wednesday herself was confused, what were you talking about? She didn't come yesterday, she was too busy thinking about… "Hello? Earth to Wednesday." She didn't reply. "Ugh, you know what? I don't have time to be played by you anymore, Enjoy your solitude Wednesday!" You said angrily as you freed your hand from her grip before storming out of the party, leaving Wednesday standing there who didn't focus on your departure as now she had another mystery to solve. Next Chapter

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Celine would've made me crazy talking about this. I guess, thank you for loving her so much.

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Love Me Leave Me: Alternate Ending Part 2.

Previous Part Here. Wednesday retreated to her own room, her heart heavy with guilt and regret. The night seemed darker, the shadows that usually brought her comfort now felt like a shroud of despair.

She sat on her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of you—of how she had hurt you and pushed you to the edge. The pain in your eyes haunted her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her chest.

She couldn't escape the memories of the past two months, the torment you had endured, and how she had contributed to your pain. As she replayed the hurtful actions and words, a heavy sense of self-loathing settled in her chest.

What have I done? Wednesday thought, her eyes brimming with tears that she refused to fall. She had allowed her own insecurities and resentment to turn her into someone she never wanted to be, someone who hurt the person she cared about the most.

Images of you, the real you, flashed before her eyes—the laughter that used to fill the air when you were together, your vibrant smiles, and the genuine warmth of your friendship. All of that had been tarnished by her cruelty, and the thought that she might have destroyed it all filled her with dread.

What if I've lost you forever? The fear gripped her heart, and the possibility that you might never be the same again, or worse, that you might continue to hurt yourself, filled her with a sense of desperation she had never known before.

Wednesday knew she couldn't undo the past, but she was determined to make amends. She couldn't let you face your pain alone, not when she was the one who had caused so much of it. She couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not after realizing how deeply she cared for you. What if the chasm between you and her had grown too wide to bridge?

Wednesday's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she stared at the wall before her, her hands trembling in her lap. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of remorse, and the lifeline she desperately needed was the forgiveness and understanding she wasn't sure she deserved.

The hours dragged on, and the darkness of the night seemed interminable to Wednesday. She lay in her bed, the room shrouded in shadows, her restless thoughts consuming her. Sleep was an elusive dream, far beyond her reach, as guilt and tension waged a relentless battle within her.

Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see were images of you, your tear-filled eyes, the pain etched on your face, and the multitude of scars she had inadvertently caused. Her own cruelty replayed in her mind like a haunting movie, and she couldn't escape the relentless grip of remorse.

How could I have done this to you? Wednesday's mind tormented her with that question. She knew she had to find a way to make amends, to help you heal, but the path forward seemed shrouded in uncertainty.

The weight of responsibility bore down on her shoulders, and the fear of failing you was palpable. She had promised to support you, to be there for you, but how could she do that when she felt utterly lost herself?

Her mind raced with possibilities. She considered talking to Enid, seeking her guidance and advice on how to help you, but even that felt inadequate in the face of the enormity of the pain she had caused.

Will my apologies ever be enough? Wednesday questioned her own sincerity. She had expressed her remorse to you, but she understood that words alone wouldn't mend the wounds she had inflicted.

She longed to reach out to you, to be there for you in the moments when you were most vulnerable, but the uncertainty of your response terrified her. Would you push her away, unable to forgive her for the torment she had put you through?

The minutes turned into hours, and the night seemed endless. Wednesday tossed and turned in her bed, the sheets twisted around her in a suffocating embrace. She had never felt so trapped, so tormented by her own actions.

What do I do now? The question reverberated in her mind, a relentless echo of her desperation. She wanted to make things right, to help you find your way back to happiness, but she felt utterly powerless in the face of the pain she had caused.

"Y/n," Wednesday's voice quivered as she knocked gently on your door, her heart heavy with anxiety. 

"Please, I know you're in there." Her plea carried the weight of desperation as she slowly turned the doorknob, her apprehension growing with each passing second. A shiver ran down her spine as the door creaked open.

With trembling hands, Wednesday pushed open the door and stepped into your room. To her horror, it was empty. The room felt cold and desolate, void of the warmth and life that should have been there. Everything was eerily still, frozen in time. All that remained, was your large mirror on the wall. Wednesday approached it, her heart pounding, and the sight that greeted her in the reflection caught her breath in her throat. In the reflection, she saw your room exactly as it should be. Your posters adorned the walls, and your favorite books were neatly arranged on the shelves. It was as if the mirror had captured a perfect replica of your room while your real room remained hollow.

But what terrified Wednesday to her core was your reflection in that mirror world. You stood there, looking exactly like yourself, yet different. Your eyes were empty, devoid of the spark of life, and your face was etched with despair.

In your hand, you held a gleaming knife, the blade poised to cut. The sight of it sent a jolt of fear through Wednesday's heart

"No! No!" Wednesday screamed, her voice echoing through the room. She banged her fists against the glass, desperate to shatter the barrier that separated her from you.

As she watched in horror, you raised the knife to your arm. Wednesday's knuckles turned white from the intensity of her blows, but the mirror remained an impassable wall. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched helplessly. She could see the anguish in your eyes, the pain that had driven you to this point, and it tore at her heart. She had to reach you, had to stop you, but the mirror held her captive. 

As the blood flowed through your wrists, Wednesday's knees gave up, she fell on the floor as she could hear her own voice whispering in the room, growing louder and louder, accusatory voices that blamed Wednesday for your suffering. She couldn't save you. She couldn't reach you. As Wednesday woke from the nightmare, her heart was still pounding, and her breaths came in ragged gasps. The room around her felt like a prison of darkness, and the weight of her guilt was crushing.

She couldn't shake the haunting image of your reflection in that mirror, the knife in your hand, and the torment in your eyes. It was a vivid reminder of the pain she had caused you, a pain she was determined to help you heal from, no matter the cost.

You walked with your head down, trying to avoid drawing attention, but it seemed like fate had other plans. Katherine and her siren friends, fueled by cruelty, surrounded you, blocking your path.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," Katherine sneered, a malicious glint in her eye. "The little lesbian freak who thinks she's so brave."

You clenched your fists, your heart pounding in your chest as a familiar surge of fear and anger washed over you. The past two months had been a living nightmare, and you couldn't take much more of it.

"Why don't you just crawl back into your hole, Y/n?" one of Katherine's friends taunted.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to push through the circle of bullies, but they only closed in tighter.

"Leave me alone," you whispered, your voice shaking.

But they didn't listen. They continued their taunts, their words cutting deep into your already wounded soul.

Just as you felt yourself on the brink of breaking, a sudden darkness fell over the scene. A chilling, eerie presence seemed to fill the hallway, causing the bullies to fall silent.

Wednesday Addams had arrived.

Her dark eyes, usually cold and detached, were now ablaze with a dangerous intensity. The air around her seemed to crackle with an ominous energy, and even the bullies couldn't help but take a step back.

"If you do not want to lose a limb, Katherine, I suggest you leave her alone from now on."

That seemed to scare them away, for now.

Wednesday turned to you, her expression softening as she reached out a hand to touch your arm gently. "Are you okay?"

You shrugged her touch off and turned away, tears now streaming down your cheeks. 

"Does it even matter anymore?"

The pain in your voice cut through Wednesday like a knife. She had intervened to protect you, just like she used to, but the wounds ran deep, and she could see that you were still hurting.

"Y/n, please," Wednesday pleaded, her voice trembling. "I meant what I said. I want to make things right, to help you heal."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. 

"I don't know if I can ever be the same again, Wednesday. I don't know if I can ever forgive you or myself."

Wednesday's heart ached at your words, and she took a step closer, her gaze filled with remorse. 

"I understand, but I won't stop trying. I won't give up on you, I will earn back your trust, even if it takes a lifetime."

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found this on a corner of my laptop, I was working on a new pic for her profiles, I guess there is no point of continuing this.

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Starry night

Warning: It gets kinda dark.

⪻⪻☬⪼⪼

“Hey, you.” I speak up, leaning against the old tree in my backyard. “I haven't seen you..in a while.” She just laughs in response, taking a sip of her water.

"Come on, you're not going to just stand there, are you? Sit down!" I do as told and sit down next to her, leaning against the tree as well. After a minute or two of silence she speaks up again.

"Want some?" She holds out a bottle of water. Where the hell did that come from?

"Sure" She hands me the bottle and leans back once again.

It's so dark. Well, of course it is. It's night. But tonight is different. It feels… bigger. Like if I were to walk into the dark, I won't get to the fence or back to the house. As if I will be able to walk forever, just like in a void. Why is she out here at night anyway?

"Why are you out here?" I turn back to her, looking at her intently. She just gives me an amused expression and looks at me.

"I could ask the same." Smartass.

"I just wanted some fresh air." I shrug, my eyes never leaving hers. "And you?"

"I don't know." She runs her hand through her blonde hair. "That's something you should know." Right… That's something I should know… I take a sip of my water, barely holding myself from spitting it out.

"Where the hell did you get this? Tastes like mud and chlorine." I hold out my bottle and she takes a sip.

"It doesn't." She gives me a worried look. "Are you sure you're not just your appetite being weird?"

"Yeah…probably." I close the bottle and put it in the grass next to me. Even though it hasn't rained in days, the grass has small droplets of water sprinkled in it. Looking around, everything looks watered. The breeze is cold, causing me to lean closer to her ever so slightly for warmth. It doesn't help that she's as cold as a corpse. It's quiet. Too quiet for her usual happy demeanor and smiling face.

"Whatcha thinking about?" I look up at her. She hesitates before shaking her head and speaking.

"Just how nice it would be if I was here."

…

…

…

"But you are." I look at her with confusion. She stays quiet.

"... Are you?" I look back down at the bottle. I don't want an answer. Not if it'll mean she'll have to go again. Is that…A fish in the bottle?

"I'm not. But that doesn't matter to you. Does it?"

"No. It doesn't. It doesn't matter."

We both stay quiet, just looking at the starless sky. She's not here. And she will never be.

…

…

…

"I'm sorry." I look at her, barely holding back tears.

"For what?" For everything.

"That I couldn't have helped."

"Well, I'm sorry too."

"For what?" I look at her with confusion. She had nothing to apologize for. She did nothing wrong, after all.

"That I can't help you now."

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Blade Of Miquella The Epilogue: Reunited With Woe.

Summary: Wednesday finally reunites with you. Warnings: Death, Afterlife. Previous Chapter 👉 Here Blade Of Miquella Chapter list and Celine's other works

I wrote this as an epilogue for Celine's Blade Of Miquella, in hope that she won't be mad at me when I myself am reunited with her again. Lyrics are from Sheryl Crow's "I shall Believe", Celine's favorite song.

"Remember me as much as you can..."

She had been doing just that, faithfully, for the past 62 years, 3 months, 22 days, 19 hours, and 14 minutes. Counting every moment without you.

Enduring this torturous separation had never been easy. The coldness that had once been her solace had turned into a relentless torment during these 62 years. Each night, she dreamt about you; each morning, she woke up without feeling the warmth of your embrace. Every day, she hoped and silently prayed to any deity that might listen—her only wish, to be reunited with you in the afterlife.

Now, hooked up to countless machines in a sterile hospital room, she was sure that this was her time. Fear gripped her as she contemplated what lay ahead. Even the promise of heaven without you felt as frigid as the void.

Enid stood by her side, holding her hand, tears welling in her eyes. 

"It's okay, Wednesday. You can rest now. She is waiting for you."

With a sigh of resignation, Wednesday finally allowed herself to close her eyes.

Come to me now

But when she opened them again, it wasn't the sterile hospital room that greeted her, but her own room—the room that she and you had shared, painted in both your colors, adorned with your flowers and her stories.

And lay your hands over me

She looked down at her hands, and the wrinkles and signs of age had disappeared. She stood and caught sight of herself in the mirror—her younger self, just as she had been on that night, the night you left her.

Had it all been a dream?

Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

The cold breeze from the windows pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked out only to see a different scene, a lake, a beautiful lake that had one of her many fond memories, your first date with her.

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me

Right on the side of the lake, she could see another place she and you shared, A tree with familiar scarlet leaves. 

That I only come home When I'm so all alone

Rubbing her eyes, she could see clearly, someone sitting under the tree.

But I do believe

Never in her life, Wednesday had run so fast, never in her life had Wednesday felt her heart beat so fast. 

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

It had to be, it must be, because she had no idea what she would do if it wasn't...

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

Right now, till she gets to the tree, all she can do is a bad habit she learned from you.

Hope.

Please say honestly you won't give up on me

And that face, that peaceful face absorbed into a book so much that you can see the story of the book in their eyes, the face that had warmed her once stone-cold heart with its gentle presence, the face that had been etched in her memory.

And I shall believe

"Would you mind if I sit here?" "Never in eternity." you smiled looking up, Wednesday felt her heart becoming warmer again by your smile. A surge of emotion overwhelmed her, and Wednesday couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees before you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's really you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. Her hands cupping your cheeks so slowly as if you would fade away by her touch. "I've missed you every moment, every day. And now..." she whispered.  You reached out, your hand tenderly cupping her own cheek, wiping away a single tear that had dared to fall offering her what she longed for all these years. Leaning in, she closed the remaining distance between you, her breath warm against your lips. Her kiss was gentle yet filled with an intensity of emotion that words could never convey. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of aching, of all the love that had been bottled up for decades. Your lips met, and the world around you disappeared. The years melted away, and in that kiss, you tasted the bittersweet essence of a love that had withstood the test of time. It was a kiss of reconnection, of shared memories, and of a future that now stretched out before you, promising an eternity together. Time flowed differently in this place, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. But when you finally pulled away, there was a newfound lightness in both your hearts. Wednesday gazed at you, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy, and she whispered, "I thought I'd lost you forever." You smiled, your fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "You never lost me, Wednesday. I've always been here, waiting for this moment. And now we have this moment forever." With another tender kiss, you sealed the promise of your eternal love, knowing that no matter what lay ahead in this afterlife, you would face it together, just as you were always meant to be.

I hope I wrote it to Celine's liking, I am not really a writer 😕.

[thedemoninme141]

Love Me Leave Me: Alternate Good Ending Part 1.

The other sad ending is here Celine's Work List Warning: Self Harm. 2 months, It has been 2 months since you came out as a lesbian and Wednesday, who tolerated you all year already hates you for it. You never thought someone's sexuality would affect Wednesday so badly that she had unleashed a torrent of hatred you never thought possible from someone who had tolerated your presence all year.

As the truth spilt from your lips to your so-called "trusted" group of friends, the fallout had been swift and merciless. Enid, who had been your last tether to friendship, now wore a pained look in her eyes, brimming with pity and sorrow.

Your friends, once close allies, had turned their backs on you. The very bullies you thought you had escaped, the ones Wednesday had once saved you from, now saw an opportunity. They hurled cruel words at you, shoved you into the girls' restroom, and locked you in there, leaving you to fend for yourself. The sight of creepy-crawly creatures, the same ones that had filled you with dread, now invaded your room. Someone had left behind intentional proof as footprints of a disembodied hand and a pair of boots. All these horrors could have been reported to Principal Weems, but you refrained. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, and the pain that once cut deep had numbed over time because you found another pain that cut even deeper. You found a solution, to cope with this pain, you found a greater one. A blade was all you needed, you had a collection of them already in these 2 months. Each cut, each red line, became a lifeline to relief from the relentless suffering that now consumed your existence. No one knew, not even "Detective all knowing" Wednesday, of course, you hid them in the bathroom.

The relentless bullying persisted day after day. Katherine and her siren friends, fueled by cruelty, would taunt you mercilessly in the school hallways, their taunts occasionally escalating to physical violence, leaving you sprawled on the unforgiving ground. Strange as it may sound, those physical bruises didn't hurt. What did hurt was when you entered the classroom an unknown disembodied hand dropped a bucket of real human blood on you. The classroom erupted in a chorus of cruel laughter, and even Wednesday had a smug smile on her face. She never smiled, did she? unless she was truly at peace. So yeah, you getting hurt gave her joy. The cuts were deeper that day but you were careful not to cut any vein, You had a collection of jackets now, without them you couldn't go to the classes now. You would love to cut yourself to shreds in front of Wednesday if it gave her joy, cause you loved her, she was the reason you were finally brave enough to come out.

Wednesday despised you, you made her do something she would never do, you made her hurt you. She hated how you were braver than herself to admit your feelings. Falling for someone was never part of her plan, yet you had made it happen. She resented you deeply for that, a resentment that drove her to darker actions. You hated spiders, you used to tell her how creepy they looked. You hated blood, it sent chills down your spine. You hated cuts, your pain tolerance was lower than 0. You hated bees, So she set about crafting a sinister contraption in your bathroom bathtub, a jar brimming with bees, poised to unleash their torment upon you the moment you unwittingly opened it. Her twisted plan was a desperate bid to make you feel the same way she did. That's when her eyes went to a small box, and as always curiosity filled her mind, She took the box carefully and opened it, only to find razor blades, a lot of them, and a small knife. Some of the blades had stains of dry blood on them, the blood on the knife looked recent. Always wearing jackets... 

Wednesday ran, she ran and ran, she had to find you, wherever you were. 

I love coffee, just not as bitter as you. 

Your voice ranged through her head. 

I really wish I could see you smile 

Your smile ran through her head. 

I love planting flowers, the blooming flowers make me happy. 

Now you wouldn't bloom yourself anymore. 

No no no, Wednesday didn't mean it, she couldn't know, she never thought you would turn to this way to cope with this pain, she had to find you, She had to find you, no matter where you were. She sprinted through the courtyard, desperately searching for any sign of you. Wednesday spotted Enid engaged in conversation with Ajax. She hurried over to the pair, her desperation evident in her voice. "Enid, have you seen Y/n anywhere?" Enid's anger flared at the mere mention of your name on her lips. 

"Why? So that you can hurt her more?" Enid had held her grudge against Wednesday ever since the bullying had begun. 

"No, I..." Before Wednesday could explain herself, her gaze shifted, catching sight of you entering the school gates, a shopping bag in your hand. Without thinking, she sprinted towards you, her heart pounding. But you backed away as soon as you noticed her approach, and Wednesday couldn't help but notice the profound sadness etched in your eyes – the same eyes she had avoided for the past two painful months. 

"I need to speak with you," Wednesday implored, her voice trembling with sincerity. 

"No," you replied firmly, attempting to walk away and put distance between you two. 

"Please, this is important," Wednesday persisted, her desperation driving her to reach out and grab your arm in a plea for your attention. You walked as fast as you could to your dorm, You can't feel like this anymore, you have to get to your room and cope. Wednesday followed you, determined to talk to you, she can't let you cut any more. 

"Y/n please!" She begged. You didn't even look back, She ran in front of you making you finally stop. 

"What do you want from me?" You asked, tears in your eyes, your voice broken with sorrow. The bag held close to your chest made Wednesday doubt. She looked at the empty hallway to make sure that it was only you and her and then snatched the bag away from you and emptied the contents on the floor, painkillers, sleeping pills and a new sharp knife. All the things that she liked, yet she felt so much dread in her heart. 

"I am sorry." She whispered, her voice shaking, You hurriedly picked all of them up before anyone could show up. 

"Show me." She said as you stood up. 

"Show me what I've done." She said as she tried to grab your hand, "Please don't." You said. 

"SHOW ME WHAT I'VE DONE." She said gritting her teeth in anger, but not on you, never on you, it was on her own self. She slowly grabbed your hand and took it up to herself, She removed the jacket sleeves slowly to see your arm filled with dozens of cuts, some deeper than they should've been. 

"Please." You cried now. She let go of your hands as she was frozen in her spot. You ran to your room, locked the doors and finally collapsed crying.

Wednesday's mind was a tangled web of confusion and self-loathing. She couldn't escape the stark reality of her actions, the damage she had caused, and the emotional turmoil she had put you through.

She stared at her own hands, the same hands that had pushed you to the brink of despair. She recalled how you had once been scared of even a single cut, how the sight of blood used to make you physically ill. It was ironic and tragic that the person who had once been your protector had become the source of your pain.

Questions tormented Wednesday's thoughts, questions for which she had no easy answers. What had driven her to this cruelty? What had she been hating you for? Had it been jealousy, ignited by your bravery in coming out as a lesbian, something she herself hadn't dared to do? Or had it been something deeper, more profound—a tangled mess of emotions that she couldn't decipher?

She closed her eyes, willing herself to confront the truth. Perhaps it was both. She envied your courage, your ability to be true to yourself, something she had struggled with. And maybe, just maybe, those feelings had morphed into something else, something that scared her even more.

Wednesday couldn't shake the memory of the moments you had shared—your smiles, the way you spoke about your passions, and the raw vulnerability you had displayed when you came out. Those memories haunted her now, reminding her of the warmth and love that she had once felt for you. She had allowed her resentment to blind her to the pain in your eyes, and she couldn't forgive herself for it.

She needed help, she didn't know how she would even earn your forgiveness, does she even deserve your forgiveness?

"Enid..." her voice trembled as she knocked on Yoko's room, Enid had moved there again since your bullying began.

"What do you want Wednesday?" Enid yelled without opening the door.

"I need help." Enid understood what Wednesday needed help for as she could sense the sadness in Wednesday's voice, she hoped and prayed that Wednesday understood the damage she was doing to you, and when Wednesday finally did, Enid herself didn't know if she was willing to help Wednesday or not. She sighed and opened the door.

" Get in."

Inside the room, Wednesday opened up, her words laced with frustration and self-condemnation. "I was blind, Enid. So consumed by my resentment towards love that I callously hurt the only person I truly cared about. It was cruel, I knew it, yet I let it happen. I deserve to be punished for my actions." Wednesday said frustrated at herself, she wanted to hurt her ownself so badly for hurting you.

"Yeah you do, but does she?" Enid said. "You hurting yourself won't decrease her pain, it won't stop her from cutting. This gets only worse Wednesday if you don't do something."

Desperation etched across her face, Wednesday pleaded, "What do I need to do? I'm willing to go to any lengths, even to hell and back, to stop her from cutting, to help her reclaim the person she used to be."

Enid sighed, "You hurt her badly, And I don't know if she will ever forgive you or stop cutting. But.. I guess, we can try." She sighed. "First, you need to apologize sincerely to her. Let her know that you recognize the pain you've caused and that you regret your actions. But remember, words alone won't cut it." Wednesday nodded.

"If she is willing to give you a chance, you need to be her support, Wednesday. Offer her a shoulder to lean on and be there for her when she needs it."

The next day, Wednesday's anxiety was palpable as she waited for you, her heart pounding in her chest like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Each student who entered the classroom raised her hopes and then dashed them as she failed to spot your face. As the teacher began the lesson, Wednesday couldn't contain her restlessness any longer. Without seeking permission, she abruptly got up and walked hurriedly out of the classroom.

She sprinted through the corridors, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios, each step a torment until she finally reached your room. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on your door, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Her desperation was evident in her eyes as she waited for you to answer, her heart pounding with fear of the unknown. She was getting ready to even lockpick your door if you didn't respond, but after a few seconds, you opened the door. Wednesday's throat constricted, and for a moment, she couldn't find her voice. But then she looked into your eyes, and the determination to make things right welled up inside her.

"Y/n," she began, her voice trembling, "I don't expect you to forgive me. What I did was unforgivable. I hurt you, the one person who mattered most to me. I let my own confusion and resentment blind me to your pain, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

She paused, her dark eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding.

"I wish I could go back and change everything, erase the pain I've caused you. But I can't. All I can do is promise you that I'll do everything in my power to make it right, to be there for you, and to support you in any way you need."

Wednesday's words were heavy with remorse, and her vulnerability was plain to see. "I know that words alone won't fix what I've done, but I want you to know that I'm willing to try. I want to earn back your trust, and if you give me the chance, I'll spend every day proving that I've changed, that I've learned from my mistakes."

She took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering.

"I understand if you can't forgive me right now, or ever. But I needed to tell you how sorry I am. You deserve so much better than what I put you through, and I'm determined to be the person who supports you and makes you feel loved and safe once again."

Time stood still as you were silent, you looked into her eyes expecting to see any deception. But you sighed as you only saw regret and remorse in her eyes. Wednesday was sure that her heart had stopped beating at all as she waited for your words. You finally spoke,

"What you did hurt Wednesday." you said, "I don't think I can ever forgive you for that" you stopped.

Wednesday looked down and nodded, as she was about to turn around and walk

But then she heard your words again,

"But I can try," you said.

Wednesday's heart leaped with a mixture of relief and hope as she looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Author's note: There will be a part 2 of this good ending, I am not as good as Celine used to be at writing, but I tried my best, hope you guys liked it, if you did, please send your love for Celine, not me.

[thedemoninme141]

Love Me Leave Me.

This is not my writing id, I don't even write. This story was 3/4th written by my late best friend Celine, this is her id, she wrote all the stories here. She took her own life on August 20th, Her life was complicated and I do not feel comfortable sharing it with you guys, What I can share is what she wanted me to share, Her last wish in her last letter was to finish all her unfinished stories and give you guys all the love, I tried my best giving it the ending she instructed me to do, I am not a professional writer but I tried my best to finish her starting. I hope I did justice to her works.  I had a few errors autosaving this work on tumblr. I don't know much about tumblr so the better version of this story is in her AO3 account , I would recommend reading it there. Here is the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/50014339 Celine's Works are here.

2 months, It has been 2 months since you came out as a lesbian and Wednesday, who tolerated you all year already hates you for it. You never thought someone's sexuality would affect Wednesday so badly that she had unleashed a torrent of hatred you never thought possible from someone who had tolerated your presence all year.

As the truth spilt from your lips to your so-called "trusted" group of friends, the fallout had been swift and merciless. Enid, who had been your last tether to friendship, now wore a pained look in her eyes, brimming with pity and sorrow.

Your friends, once close allies, had turned their backs on you. The very bullies you thought you had escaped, the ones Wednesday had once saved you from, now saw an opportunity. They hurled cruel words at you, shoved you into the girls' restroom, and locked you in there, leaving you to fend for yourself. The sight of creepy-crawly creatures, the same ones that had filled you with dread, now invaded your room. Someone had left behind intentional proof as footprints of a disembodied hand and a pair of boots.  All these horrors could have been reported to Principal Weems, but you refrained. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, and the pain that once cut deep had numbed over time because you found another pain that cut even deeper. You found a solution, to cope with this pain, you found a greater one. A blade was all you needed, you had a collection of them already in these 2 months. Each cut, each red line, became a lifeline to relief from the relentless suffering that now consumed your existence. No one knew, not even "Detective all knowing" Wednesday, of course, you hid them in the bathroom.

The relentless bullying persisted day after day. Katherine and her siren friends, fueled by cruelty, would taunt you mercilessly in the school hallways, their taunts occasionally escalating to physical violence, leaving you sprawled on the unforgiving ground. Strange as it may sound, those physical bruises didn't hurt. What did hurt was when you entered the classroom an unknown disembodied hand dropped a bucket of real human blood on you. The classroom erupted in a chorus of cruel laughter, and even Wednesday had a smug smile on her face. She never smiled, did she? unless she was truly at peace. So yeah, you getting hurt gave her joy. The cuts were deeper that day but you were careful not to cut any vein, You had a collection of jackets now, without them you couldn't go to the classes now. You would love to cut yourself to shreds in front of Wednesday if it gave her joy, cause you loved her, she was the reason you were finally brave enough to come out.

Wednesday despised you, you made her do something she would never do, you made her hurt you. She hated how you were braver than herself to admit your feelings. Falling for someone was never part of her plan, yet you had made it happen. She resented you deeply for that, a resentment that drove her to darker actions. You hated spiders, you used to tell her how creepy they looked. You hated blood, it sent chills down your spine. You hated cuts, your pain tolerance was lower than 0. You hated bees, So she set about crafting a sinister contraption in your bathroom bathtub, a jar brimming with bees, poised to unleash their torment upon you the moment you unwittingly opened it. Her twisted plan was a desperate bid to make you feel the same way she did. That's when her eyes went to a small box, and as always curiosity filled her mind, She took the box carefully and opened it, only to find razor blades, a lot of them, and a small knife. Some of the blades had stains of dry blood on them, the blood on the knife looked recent. Always wearing jackets... Wednesday ran, she ran and ran, she had to find you, wherever you were. I love coffee, just not as bitter as you. Your voice ranged through her head. I really wish I could see you smile Your smile ran through her head. I love planting flowers, the blooming flowers make me happy. Now you wouldn't bloom yourself anymore. No no no, Wednesday didn't mean it, she couldn't know, she never thought you would turn to this way to cope with this pain, she had to find you, She had to find you, no matter where you were. She sprinted through the courtyard, desperately searching for any sign of you. Wednesday spotted Enid engaged in conversation with Ajax. She hurried over to the pair, her desperation evident in her voice.  "Enid, have you seen Y/n anywhere?" Enid's anger flared at the mere mention of your name on her lips. "Why? So that you can hurt her more?" Enid had held her grudge against Wednesday ever since the bullying had begun. "No, I..." Before Wednesday could explain herself, her gaze shifted, catching sight of you entering the school gates, a shopping bag in your hand. Without thinking, she sprinted towards you, her heart pounding. But you backed away as soon as you noticed her approach, and Wednesday couldn't help but notice the profound sadness etched in your eyes – the same eyes she had avoided for the past two painful months. "I need to speak with you," Wednesday implored, her voice trembling with sincerity. "No," you replied firmly, attempting to walk away and put distance between you two. "Please, this is important," Wednesday persisted, her desperation driving her to reach out and grab your arm in a plea for your attention. You walked as fast as you could to your dorm, You can't feel like this anymore, you have to get to your room and cope. Wednesday followed you, determined to talk to you, she can't let you cut any more.  "Y/n please!" She begged. You didn't even look back, She ran in front of you making you finally stop. "What do you want from me?" You asked, tears in your eyes, your voice broken with sorrow. The bag held close to your chest made Wednesday doubt. She looked at the empty hallway to make sure that it was only you and her and then snatched the bag away from you and emptied the contents on the floor, painkillers, sleeping pills and a new sharp knife. All the things that she liked, yet she felt so much dread in her heart. "I am sorry." She whispered, her voice shaking, You hurriedly picked all of them up before anyone could show up. "Show me." She said as you stood up. "Show me what I've done." She said as she tried to grab your hand, "Please don't." You said. "SHOW ME WHAT I'VE DONE." She said gritting her teeth in anger, but not on you, never on you, it was on her own self. She slowly grabbed your hand and took it up to herself, She removed the jacket sleeves slowly to see your arm filled with dozens of cuts, some deeper than they should've been. "Please." You cried now. She let go of your hands as she was frozen in her spot and you ran into your room.

Tears weren't stopping. Maybe another Tears weren't stopping. Maybe another Tears weren't stopping. Maybe another Tears weren't stopping. Maybe a little bit deeper. Tears weren't stopping. Maybe a little bit deeper. Tears weren't stopping. Maybe a little bit deeper. Tears weren't stopping. Maybe a little bit deeper. Tears weren't stopping. Maybe a little bit deeper. Tears weren't stopping. Maybe a little bit deeper. The tears finally stopped.

Outside your door, Wednesday's voice trembled, the weight of the past 12 hours pressing down upon her. She cleared her throat softly before speaking. "Y/n," she said, the sound echoing through the stillness of the corridor. "I know you're in there." A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she continued, her words tinged with vulnerability.  "I am sorry, for everything." Admitting her own emotions had never been her strong suit, but she realized that acknowledging her mistakes was the first step toward repairing the damage she'd done.  "I understand that some things can't be fixed, but maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to mend what's broken and hold it together." Wednesday's voice wavered as she opened up further, her admission of feelings a rare glimpse into her inner world.  "Y/n, you made me feel things – things I've spent my entire life running from, things I've been terrified of. I never wanted to become like my parents, but now it seems like embracing those emotions might be worth it, especially if it means being with you. I was too blind to see it, too wrapped up in my hatred for love, but I know you feel the same for me. Please, just let me in... Please..." Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her, but she refused to give in to her own weakness. Wednesday's heart ached as she contemplated walking away, but then, a sudden, painful sting in her chest stopped her in her tracks. "Y/n, at least answer me, and I won't bother you anymore," she implored softly. "Y/N," she continued, desperation lacing her words, "Tell me to go away, and I will leave, nevermore, if you ask." But the only response was silence, hanging in the air like an unbreakable barrier. With trembling hands, Wednesday retrieved her lockpick, a skill she had mastered long ago. However, this time was different, her hands shook as she struggled to unlock your door. After a few tense moments, she finally succeeded. What she discovered inside, though, was more than she had braced herself for. There you lay, eyes closed, seemingly at peace on the bed, although only peace was in your expression. The room was stained red, with your blood marking the bed, the floor, and the glinting knife nearby. Even your hands bore the evidence of your anguish, but what struck Wednesday the most was your serene smile. Approaching cautiously to your lying figure, She didn't need to check for a pulse to recognize a lifeless body, but she did it anyway. She wanted to hope and she needed you. But she found none. "I am sorry," she whispered, her voice broken with regret. Her gaze shifted to the heavy sleeping pills on the floor, all still intact. It became clear that you hadn't chosen this method. You chose the painful one, leaving the easy one for her, Good. Enid and the others looked for you and Wednesday, when they found you two, you two were finally each other's, holding each other, your arm on Wednesday's waist, her arm on yours, Wednesday laying on your chest, peacefully, cause she finally found her final home.

Alternate Less Sad Ending Author's note: For Celine, the most heart-warming and accepting person I knew, I would try to write and alternative good ending to this story if you guys want. For her recent readers, Did I do it right to her style? 

[thedemoninme141]

Blade Of Miquella Chapter 10: Remember Me My Woe.

Summary: A life spent with Wednesday... but a death left unshared. Warnings: ANGST! HEAVY ANGST! HeartWarmingMoments, EmotionallyWhippedWednesday!!! Previous Chapter 👉 Here Blade Of Miquella Chapter-List 👉 Here "Would you mind if I sit here?" You opened your eyes to see the braided girl. A playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leisurely unfurled your eyes, acknowledging her with a glance. "Yes, I would mind." you retorted in a jesting tone, a smirk playing on your lips. "Pity, It seems fate has already conspired against your preferences." Her words carried an undertone of amusement as she settled herself beside you, seamlessly claiming her place in your tranquil haven. "You aren't like the other students," she remarked, a wisp of nostalgia in her voice. It was a playful attempt to recreate the memory of your initial encounter, a memory that you held dear. "Neither are you." You smiled. Her next words bore a hint of whimsy, a spark of lightheartedness that underscored the gravity of her statement.  "It seems the threads of fate have woven us together, doesn't it?" The distance between you closed as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of the bond that had steadily grown between you.

It has been a week since you were discharged from the hospital, and Wednesday remained a constant presence by your side. Her typewriter found a new home in your room, a testament to the intimacy that had taken root between you. Since you had one less period than her you waited under your maple tree that had become both of yours since she also spent the lunch time with you there.

As Wednesday felt the gentle weight of your head against her shoulder, a rare sensation of lightness enveloped her. The touch of your skin against hers never failed to stir a warm feeling within her otherwise cold and unyielding heart. Even within this moment of tranquillity, her thoughts meandered back to the private conversation she had shared with your brother the previous night.

The moonlight had cast a soft glow as they spoke, the gravity of the topic hanging between them like a shroud. John, your steadfast and devoted brother, deserved to be informed, despite the heavy burden of truth it carried. He had the right to know. "So... you think there is no cure for her?" John sighed. "I can't claim certainty, but it appears more likely that it's neither a malady nor a curse. Y/n and this entity Malenia... their souls are intricately intertwined, each reliant on the other's existence," Wednesday's voice carried a weight of sorrow. The truth pained her as much as it did him, but the revelation was necessary, he was risking his life to find a cure after all. "Did you tell her yet?" John's inquiry cut through the heavy air, his concern mirroring her own. "No, I couldn't, I..." Wednesday couldn't find the right words. "Because you're not ready to shatter the hope she clings to." John's words held a profound understanding. "And neither am I," he added "So, would you still tell her?" Wednesday's question hung in the air, a plea for guidance, a plea for your sake. "I don't think I have the strength to do so." he confessed, his voice tinged with the burden of his emotions. He looked at Wednesday, "You don't have the strength either, right?" He asked, Wednesday looked down and nodded. "What are you going to do now?" she asked. "Even if there is no cure for her, the Golden Order still poses a threat to Y/n," John replied, determination entering his tone. "They'll continue their pursuit to get to her." "How will you stop them then?" She inquired. "By getting to them first." He answered.

"Would you come with me to the train station Wednesday?" You got her out of her thoughts, "For you, I would traverse the ends of the world," she replied, her words filled with a sincerity that resonated in the air. The smile you directed at her ignited a warmth within her heart. "Is there anything you wouldn't do if I asked?" you inquired, affection glittering in your eyes as they met hers. "No, there isn't," Wednesday answered without hesitation, her voice a steady affirmation of her devotion. "Then I ask you this one thing – remember me," you implored, your hands gently finding hers as you moved before her, your head tilting to rest atop hers. Your whispered words, a plea for a promise that carried a weight beyond their simplicity, hung in the air. Confusion flickered in Wednesday's eyes, her brow furrowing in question. "What do you mean?" Your hands tenderly found hers, and as you moved in front of her, your head gently met hers, a whisper shared in the fragile space between you. "Just promise me that you will remember me as much as you can." Wednesday found herself hypnotized by your touch, her heart resonating with the sincerity in your gaze. Your words resonated in the air, etching a promise into her very being. "I promise," she whispered On the journey back from the station, Wednesday wanted to remove that sad look from your face that had seemed to settle there after saying goodbyes to your brother. Right when she was about to drop you off in your room, she finally asked, "Do you need me to stay with you tonight?" She needed more time with you, She needed You. She knew you would accept, or that's what she thought. Your hesitation was palpable, a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes that tugged at her heartstrings. Inwardly, Wednesday questioned herself. Why? Did she do something wrong? Was it too early to ask to spend the night with you? Enid told her it's something that couples do together. She cursed herself for listening to Enid. "I am scared." You whispered. Confusion deepened, her brows furrowing in concern. Scared? Scared of what? The emotions that danced within your eyes were a complex array of emotions she struggled to interpret. "I am scared that I might.. hurt you in my sleep. I might lose control in my sleep, I don't want to hurt you like I did to my mother." Your vulnerability was a raw wound, and in that moment, Wednesday understood the depth of your apprehensions. Without hesitation, she drew you into an embrace, her presence a shield against the fears that threatened to consume you. "You won't, you didn't when she had full control of you, instead you protected me. That's how I know, you are the one I would follow." Her voice, soft and unwavering, was a testament to her unwavering faith in you. As you looked up at her, your eyes shimmering with hope, Wednesday's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. She held you tighter, as if trying to convey through touch the depth of her commitment. "I am sorry. I.." "One day at a time." Her words cut through your apologies, "One day at a time is fine by me. As long as those days are with you, One day at a time is all we've got." She said.

One day became One week,

"Just BE NORMAL WITH HER!" Enid said pushing Wednesday out of the door. "And don't you dare even think about suggesting a graveyard for your date!"

Confidence had always been her ally, but now, as she stood before your door, her heart pounded with a nervous fervor that she had never before experienced. 3 knocks. Then she waited for you to open the door with her heart trying to jump out of her chest. When you did open, however, She was pretty sure it did jump out of her chest, you stood there in a black dress, a bit brighter than her own but still black enough, She couldn't move. Though she had always recognized your profound beauty, tonight, you were a revelation, a goddess in human form. "Wednesday," your voice carried a tender note, a shy vulnerability that only served to heighten your captivating charm. Inwardly, Wednesday longed to offer a compliment, to convey the depth of her admiration in a mere phrase. Yet, her thoughts tangled like a web, her attempts at articulation falling short in the face of your resplendence. How could mere words encapsulate the grandeur that stood before her? Enid's lessons in compliments seemed woefully inadequate in the face of your magnificence. You seem to notice the reddening in her cheeks as you smiled. "So which grave are we going?" You asked jokingly taking her hands as a hint for her to guide you.  She smirked. "Not a grave," she answered.

Vulnerability of emotions was a foreign terrain for Wednesday, a territory she had spent her life avoiding. The concept of being open and exposed had been anathema to her existence. But now, as you lay beside her near the tranquil lake in the heart of the jungle, a location she had meticulously chosen for this very purpose, you spoke of your past and your preferences, sharing fragments of your life that wedged their way into the cracks of her defenses. You opened up to her and she found herself captivated not just by your words, but by the way the moonlight played upon your features, casting an ethereal glow that matched the enchantment of the surroundings.

She realized that this was a different kind of vulnerability – one she willingly embraced. The walls she had built, fortified by years of detachment and isolation, seemed to crumble in the face of the connection she shared with you.

In this moment, beneath the star-studded sky, Wednesday acknowledged that allowing herself to feel vulnerable for you wasn't a weakness, but a profound testament to the strength of what you both shared. It was a vulnerability she was willing to explore, for in your presence, she found a sense of solace that no amount of morbid detachment could offer.

One week turned into a month, 

"Would you mind if I sit here?" You heard the voice of your love as a smile formed on your lips. "Would you mind if I hold your hand while you join me?" With a tender gesture, you extended your hand toward her, a silent offer laced with affection. "Never." She said as she accepted your hand, settling down beside you. This time, her head found a comfortable resting place on your shoulder, a touch that conveyed an unspoken intimacy. "Semester is almost over. Enid and the others are planning to go home." You said.  "Good, that means we will finally have some peace from their obnoxious chattering." Wednesday quipped. A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "You do realize you're free to leave too, don't you?" you said. "To exchange the quality moments I can have with you for my clingy soul-sucking family? Pass. The only torment I relish is the affectionate one you bestow upon me, not theirs," she quirked, her lips curving into a playful smile.  "But what if they miss you? And your brother?" you inquired, your curiosity genuine.  "My decision is already made. Pugsley is welcome to visit whenever he pleases." "I guess, I would love to meet with him." You said. "He is weak. He always needed my protection." "Wednesday!" You reprimanded smiling. "Do you think I am weak too?" you mused, your head finding a place atop hers, your cheek resting on her hair as your fingers intertwined. "Quite the opposite, Your courage in the face of adversity often leaves me envious. Not that I lack bravery, but your fearlessness, coupled with your innate kindness, makes you the most exceptional person I know. While those imbeciles fleeted, you went against the storm. You stood against a threat you had no idea of just to protect this school." Her response was swift, yet brimming with honesty. You gently lifted your head from its resting place atop hers. "I never did it for the school," you confessed. Wednesday raised her head from your shoulder, her eyes meeting yours. You gazed into her eyes, darkness encircling a core of unwavering affection, a love as unique and profound as she was. "I did it for you. And I would do it all over again, just for you." You said.

In that moment, as the weight of your words hung in the air, even after she hurt you back then, you still risked your life to protect her. Wednesday found herself drawn further into the depths of your unwavering devotion. Your confession resonated with a sincerity that was undeniable, and as she gazed into your eyes, she saw nothing but the truth of your feelings reflected in their depths. The allure of your love was irresistible, a magnetic force that tugged at the very fabric of her being. Without a word, Wednesday closed the remaining distance between you, her movements deliberate and sure. The atmosphere between you was charged, a palpable energy that seemed to envelop you both. And then, your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss – a moment suspended in time, a fusion of emotions and desires that words could never adequately capture. The kiss was a silent promise, an unspoken vow that affirmed the depth of your feelings and the sincerity of your commitment. It was a moment of vulnerability and intimacy, a shared space where your souls danced in harmony, entwined by a love that had a light inside it surrounded by a dark shadow protecting it.  As the kiss came to an end, Wednesday felt a sense of clarity settle over her. This was a new beginning, a fresh commitment to her love for you, a love that she knew she would share with you in life... and in death. 

One month turned into One year.

"IF YOU EVEN ENTERTAIN THE THOUGHT OF CONJURING ANOTHER PATHETIC PRANK LIKE THAT WRETCHED DISPLAY YOU UNLEASHED LAST YEAR, I SHALL TAKE GREAT PLEASURE IN PEELING YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES," Wednesday's voice carried a chilling cadence, her words laced with a macabre promise that sent shivers down the spines of Lucas and his hapless companions. She still feels guilty for not going with you to last year's Raven dance which you were looking forward to, however, she also was quite relieved as she knew how badly you might've reacted to the pathetic prank Lucas and his friends pulled. But this time, since she has plans to ask you to the dance, she had to make sure they won't even think of doing anything like that again. Not just them, anyone. She pretty much sent a silent threat to everyone who witnessed her berating Lucas and his friends. Of course, her strategy was precise, her execution meticulous. Dispatching Enid as her proxy, she ensured you would remain blissfully unaware, a calculated move in her symphony of protection and intention. "Would you mind if I sit here?" She asked your resting figure as always. "Only if you ask me a question about a certain dance," you responded with a mischievous glint in your eyes, playfully challenging her. Wednesday took the sit beside you, under your maple tree, which had grown bigger than before, blossoming with scarlet red leaves. Her dark eyes remained fixed on yours as she gathered her courage to speak, her voice a blend of vulnerability and determination.  "Would you do me the honor of being my partner at the upcoming Raven dance?" A playful smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you couldn't help but tease,  "Ah, but there might be some formidable competition." A flicker of amusement danced in Wednesday's eyes as she responded, "It seems my collection of knives will finally see some action after quite a hiatus." A genuine laugh escaped your lips, the sound mingling with the rustling of the leaves overhead.  "Yet how can these contenders hope to match someone who resides leagues above them?" You said. "And who might that exceptional individual be?" Wednesday decided to indulge in your playful banter. "A certain Raven who holds the key to my heart with her smile." You said.

"Would you mind if I held your hand in there?" The question slipped from your lips with a delicate blend of hope and trepidation, your heart fluttering with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. The party hall's entrance loomed before you, a gateway to an unfamiliar world. "I've.. never been to any parties before. I feel so nervous in crowds of unknown people." You confessed. Wednesday's expression softened as her hands met yours. "I am pretty sure if there's anyone succumbing to unease, it's the unsuspecting souls on the inside. They'll find themselves awestruck by your radiance, a brilliance that effortlessly outshines the mundane. It's a spectacle they won't be prepared for. And as for your answer, I don't want to hold your hand, I NEED to hold your hand, my desire to grasp your hand is not a mere whim; it's an imperative. A declaration to the world, a proclamation of possession. I want them to see that you belong to me, and me alone." She smiled. And that was enough to let your nervousness go away, soothing the tumultuous waters of your apprehension. Once again, you found solace in her unwavering presence, a light in her darkness, a radiant beacon cutting through the obscurity of your doubts. With her by your side, you knew that life's challenges could be confronted and conquered, one step at a time.

"One day at a time." She reminded you again.

"One day at a time is all we've got." You answered smiling.

With a graceful gesture, Wednesday extended her hand toward you, her pale fingers delicate against the backdrop of darkness. 

"Would you honor me by giving me this dance?" She said. 

You took a step forward, your fingers intertwining with hers, and the world around you seemed to fade into the background. The dance floor became a universe unto itself, a realm where only your presence and hers held significance, cocooned in a moment of shared intimacy.

Come to me now And lay your hands over me

As you moved together, the dance became a slow, intimate conversation, an unspoken exchange of feelings and emotions that words could never capture. 

Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

Wednesday's gaze held a depth that stirred something within you, her usually guarded eyes revealing a vulnerability that resonated deeply. The realization of how much she yearned for your presence, for your companionship, was poignantly evident in the earnestness of her eyes. It was a silent plea, an unspoken confession.

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe

Her presence was both comforting and electrifying, and you found yourself drawn into the dance with an innate sense of belonging. The world outside the ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a timeless embrace.

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

You found yourself clinging desperately to this moment, your heart fiercely determined to seize every precious second shared with Wednesday. The fear of losing her gripped you like a vice, urging you to hold onto her presence as tightly as you could. In the midst of the dance, there was an unspoken understanding that time was fleeting, and the fragility of the connection you shared was a reality that couldn't be ignored.

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

Then again, Wednesday's gaze gave you hope, Amidst your worries and doubts, her gaze became an anchor, grounding you to the promise of a lasting bond. Her unspoken commitment encouraged you to have faith in the connection you shared, dispelling any lingering doubts.

Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe

Wednesday felt so lost, so hypnotized by your eyes, the sensation of your fingers intertwining sent a thrill of electricity through her. The world around you seemed to blur, leaving only the two of you in a slow, entrancing dance.

Open the door And show me your face tonight

 With every turn and sway, she allowed her guard to slip, revealing the vulnerable core that lay beneath her stoic exterior. But she knows, it's all worth it, as long as you are glued to her. This gave you enough reason to believe. As your eyes met, a silent understanding passed between you, stronger than any words or uncertainties.

I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key

Her gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of intensity and vulnerability that left you breathless. Her touch was gentle, her hand resting against your shoulder with a tenderness that belied her reputation. 

Never again Would I turn away from you

Never, she would turn away from the feelings she holds for you again, She is ready to confront the emotions that have long been concealed within the shadows of her heart. You made her ready.

I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe

She can see the fear of the uncertain future in your eyes, she hated to admit it, but even she was afraid of that. 

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

There might be something worse awaiting you and her in the future. Something that might hurt you...

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

But Wednesday knows she will protect you, She has already committed her life and soul to your protection. As she grasped your hand and guided you through the dance's deliberate pace, just like she would do in every step of your life, her eyes remained fixated on yours, she can see the unspoken vow being communicated, a plea being exchanged. 

Please say honestly You won't give up on me

There was a sense of shared vulnerability, a willingness to confront the challenges together. As long as you are with her, she can hope, you can hope. Despite the unpredictability of life, despite the challenges and doubts, both Wednesday and you were choosing to believe.

And I shall believe

One year turned into two,

John came back, He did it, he killed every single one of the golden order, You could live safely now, with no threats, no danger to your life. Yet both he and Wednesday knew you had the right to know, they were afraid that you would break down after knowing there is no cure to this curse of yours, they were afraid they would lose you to grief and sorrow again. As John and Wednesday sat you down to convey this bittersweet truth, their eyes clouded with apprehension, your response was surprising. Instead of breaking down, you bore the weight of the revelation with a resilience that left them speechless. It was as though you had already walked the path of acceptance long before they even laid out the truth before you. Wednesday watched you with a mixture of awe and concern, her heart aching for the strength you displayed. "Thank you for not giving up on me," you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of years of shared experiences and unspoken support, hugging him dearly. Tears glistened in John's eyes as he held you close, his embrace a testament to the depth of his love and his unyielding determination to protect you.  But it was your next words that reverberated through the room, echoing in the hearts of those present. "I know you tried. I know you already knew that there was no cure. Yet you didn't give up. I've already accepted that there is no cure for me. I've already accepted that my time is limited." Your voice carried a calm resignation, a sense of serenity that belied the gravity of your revelation. Wednesday's heart clenched as she absorbed your words, a mixture of admiration and anguish swirling within her. It was a bittersweet truth – your acceptance was a testament to your strength, but it also hinted at the fragility of the time you had left. "Don't go again, please," you implored, your grip on John's shirt tightening as though he were your lifeline. Wednesday's heart clenched at the vulnerability in your voice, at the raw fear of losing yet another person you held dear. Your plea echoed in the room, a testament to the depth of your emotions and your desire to hold onto the few constants in your life. But then, you continued your words a soothing balm for her conflicted heart. "I've accepted this already. You don't have to keep searching. You've already kept your promise, John. You are my cure." you pleaded. It took all of Wednesday's strength to contain the tears welling up in her eyes, her emotions a turbulent sea within her chest. Your acceptance, your gratitude, and your plea resonated with a melody that seemed to strike the deepest chords within her. It was a reminder of the stakes, the fragility of time, and the love that bloomed amidst the darkness. A sigh escaped Wednesday's lips, carrying with it a mix of emotions that were as complex and intricate as the person before her. The weight of her feelings was a burden she was willing to bear, for you had become the beacon of light that had illuminated the darkness of her existence. In the silence that followed, as you and your brother shared a moment of understanding and connection, Wednesday felt an unspoken promise take root within her heart. She would be there, by your side, through every moment that remained. The love she held for you, unconventional and profound, was a force that could not be diminished by time or circumstance.

"I am not going away anymore." Your brother promised you,

So did Wednesday.

Two turned into three,

Your affinity for the natural world had always been apparent. The way you found solace in the embrace of flowers and trees was a testament to your connection with the living, breathing entities that adorned the world around you. It was no surprise that you aspired to become a florist, a guardian of nature's beauty, using your skill to heal even the most ailing of plants. That's how you were handed a pot of a small plant that seem to be sick by Wednesday, "Found it on the street. I wanted to save it," she said, her voice carrying an unusual softness. You smiled, even though it was very un-Wednesday-like, but you thought nothing of it. As you placed the potted plant on a nearby table to examine it, you noticed signs of distress – the leaves were wilting, and the soil seemed to be in poor condition. A deeper instinct guided your hands, and you carefully removed the plant from its pot to inspect its roots. Your suspicions were confirmed – root rot had taken hold, threatening the plant's very survival. As you examined the roots within the soil, something unexpected caught your attention – a glint of metal, a spark amidst the decaying roots. You carefully removed it from the roots, it was a ring. You put the plant down and turned back to Wednesday, "Wednesday why there is a.." Wednesday didn't let you finish. "I have a problem, You see... I am not sick of you, I am honestly pretty much in love with you, hopelessly, helplessly." Your heart swelled at her admission, the authenticity of her emotions washing over you in waves. It was a confession that laid bare her heart, her fears, and her desires.  "I don't know how much time we have left," she continued, her voice a blend of raw honesty and determination. "But whatever time it is, I want to spend it with you. Having you by my side is enough for me, if that's enough for you."  In that moment, words seemed inadequate, insufficient to convey the maelstrom of emotions that surged within you. With unshed tears in your eyes, you found yourself drawn to her, your heart guiding your actions. And so, with a tenderness that spoke of all the love you held for her, you leaned in, your lips meeting hers in a soft, delicate kiss.

Four, five, six, seven years have passed, One day became seven years.

Seven years etched their stories into the tapestry of your shared existence, a life painted with hues of love, fortitude, and a quiet understanding that bound you and Wednesday together in an unbreakable bond. The roots of your relationship grew deeper, intertwined with the passage of time, weathering storms and blooming with the promise of a shared future. 

Through the ebb and flow of life, your relationship evolved into a haven of comfort, a refuge against the chaos of the world. From the cozy apartment that you and Wednesday called home, to the shared moments of laughter over breakfast and the whispered secrets exchanged beneath the moonlit sky, your love story unfolded with a quiet intensity.

Wednesday of course continued her writing profession, the darkness that once cloaked her was now transformed into words that resonated with readers, her narratives a mirror to her journey of self-acceptance and growth. While Wednesday crafted tales of introspection and mystery, you nurtured your love for nature into a flourishing career. Your flower shop, a sanctuary of vibrant colours and delicate fragrances, stood as a testament to your nurturing spirit. Each bloom found its place under your care, blossoming into radiant displays that reflected your deep connection with life.

As the sun cast its golden hues across the horizon, you found Wednesday in the living room, engrossed in one of her journals. You approached her, your smile playful. "What's the enigmatic Miss Addams writing about today?" Wednesday's lips quirked up in a faint smile. "Jotting down observations on the human propensity for chaos." You chuckled, taking a seat beside her. "Ah, yes. Chaos seems to be a common theme in our lives." Her gaze softened as she closed the journal. "But amidst the chaos, there is a solace I find because of someone." "And who might that be?" You asked knowing the answer, "A certain florist." She smirked.

In your flower shop, Wednesday observed you arranging a vibrant bouquet with an air of fascination. "You have a remarkable affinity for breathing life into these blooms." You grinned, placing the finished bouquet in a vase. "Well, I did promise to bring life to anything that needs it." Wednesday's eyebrow arched, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "Even to a walking corpse like me?" You turned to her, your eyes dancing with affection. "Especially to you." She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against the petals. "Then I suppose I am in good hands."

A rainy afternoon found you and Wednesday huddled by the window, sipping tea and watching the droplets dance against the glass. The pitter-patter of raindrops created a soothing backdrop to your quiet conversation. "I always found solace in the rain," you mused, your gaze fixed on the world outside. Wednesday's eyes gleamed with a hidden emotion. "Rain has a way of cleansing the world, washing away the dirt and revealing the hidden truths." You turned to her, captivated by the intensity in her gaze. "What hidden truths have you discovered?" Her lips curled into a half-smile. "That even amidst darkness, there's beauty to be found. Just like in you." Wednesday cringed at her own words but it was worth the smile on your lips, Trying to avoid becoming her mother, she ended up like her father. As you both wandered through a local art gallery, Wednesday's eyes fixated on a particularly macabre painting. She turned to you with a small smirk, her dark eyes glinting mischievously.  "I think this one would look splendid in our living room, don't you agree?" You chuckled, knowing her affinity for the morbid.  "You really have a way of finding the most unique pieces, Wednesday. I'm sure it'll add quite the atmosphere to our home." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Atmosphere? Is that your polite way of saying 'spooky'?" You laughed, your fingers finding hers as you leaned in.  "Well, I've learned to appreciate your unique taste, and I do love how it reflects your personality." She smirked, her lips brushing against yours.  "Just don't be surprised if we start getting visits from ghosts."

A chilly winter morning, you both found yourselves sipping hot cocoa by the window, watching the snowflakes fall. Wednesday's fingers traced delicate patterns on the rim of her mug, her eyes distant. "You seem lost in thought," you observed, concern lacing your voice. She turned to you, her gaze softening. "I was just thinking about how different my life has become with you in it. You've brought warmth to my world, more than I ever thought possible." You reached over to grasp her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And you've shown me a depth of love and understanding I never knew existed. We've come a long way, Wednesday." She smiled, her fingers interlocking with yours. "Indeed, we have. And I wouldn't trade a single moment of it."

However within all those warm moments, Some cold ones lingered. Cold ones that increased rapidly as time went on. Your tormented soul awoke you with a gasp, a lingering nightmare's grasp refusing to let go. Almost as if sensing your distress, Wednesday's arms enveloped you in an instant, her touch a lifeline in the abyss of your fear. Her voice, a soft, soothing melody, broke through the darkness. "Hey, it's okay," she whispered, her words a tender caress against your tumultuous emotions. "You're safe, I'm here." Tears swelled in your eyes, a testament to the terror you had just experienced. You clung to her as if she were the anchor holding you against the storm, your body trembling against the remnants of the night's horrors. Your voice trembled as you tried to put words to the maelstrom within you. "I can't… I can't control it. She's getting stronger." Wednesday's hold on you tightened, her grip a symbol of unwavering need for you in her life. Her voice, soft but resolute, cut through the darkness that threatened to engulf you both. "We'll face this together, just like we always have."

Days turned into weeks, and the heaviness of your curse only grew. It wasn't long before another unsettling incident unfolded, leaving Wednesday's heart racing with worry. She entered the house, finding the door already ajar – a sight that struck fear into her heart. "Y/n?" Her voice quivered with urgency as she called out, dread coiling in her chest when there was no response. She hurried to the bedroom, her heart pounding like a drum. The sight that greeted her was enough to send a shiver down her spine – the bathroom door stood wide open, and there you were, standing frozen in front of the mirror. "Y/n!" She called you again, but only if she knew what you were seeing in the mirror. Malenia.

"Y/n!!" Her voice seemed to jolt you from the grip of that sinister trance, and you collapsed to your knees. The world around you refocused, but the horrors of what you had seen in the mirror still lingered. Wednesday was there, her arms wrapping around you protectively, her presence offering solace amidst the chaos. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice a gentle balm against your shattered nerves. "I am here. She won't take you. I won't let her take you." Your heartache poured out in sobs, the fear, and the darkness that threatened to consume you finally finding release. Wednesday held you close, her words and touch a lifeline that pulled you back from the brink. The pain in her voice, the unyielding determination to protect you, it all echoed the depth of her love. "We'll fight this together, Y/n," she whispered against your hair, her vow a testament to the unbreakable bond that had sustained you through every trial.

"Y/n please stop! It's me, your love, Wednesday." Wednesday screamed, begging you to stop, but you didn't, flying high with your delicate wings, letting the Goddess of Rot control your body fully, you take over the sky once again with your Scarlet flower of Aeonia. Ready to take over this world by your Scarlet rot. Then, like a comet hurtling toward its destination, you descended, a blur of crimson and despair, you went down on her, you went down on your love Wednesday. With a sudden jolt, you awoke from the nightmare that had ensnared your mind. Your breathing was ragged, and your eyes darted around the room, trying to discern reality from the phantasmagoric images that had haunted your sleep. Beside you Wednesday slept peacefully, she always had slept peacefully by your side. As your gaze settled on your own hands, you saw the faint traces of Scarlet roots emerging, tendrils of your curse that nearly brushed Wednesday's arm. The realization hit you like a lightning bolt – you had come dangerously close to repeating the tragic fate of your mother, infecting someone you loved with the rot that dwelled within you.

One day at a time, Wednesday used to say.

No...

You won't risk the most important thing, the most important person in your life, not for one more day.

As the first rays of sunlight painted the room with warmth, Wednesday stirred from her sleep, her eyes searching for you on the bed. Confusion quickly transformed into worry as she realized you were nowhere to be found. Her heart raced, fear clawing at her as she called your name, her voice echoing in the emptiness. Her eyes fell upon a letter resting on your pillow, a silent messenger that held the truth she wasn't yet ready to face. Trembling fingers reached for the paper, her heart pounding in anticipation and dread. With each word she read, her world crumbled further, the weight of your decision pressing heavily upon her chest.

And so, she found herself retracing the steps that had led to this moment. The place where it had all begun – the maple tree, the witness to your first meeting, now a sentinel to your final act. The sight that met her eyes tore at her heart – there you lay, surrounded by delicate petals, an ethereal contrast to the tragedy that had unfolded. "Would you mind if I sit here?" The words escaped her lips, carrying a tremor of sorrow. Her voice quivered as she spoke, the depths of her grief threatening to consume her.  Oh, what Wednesday wouldn't give to see you smile and look up to her, accepting her offer, taking her hands. She settled beside you, putting her head on your shoulder, clutching the letter in her hands, The promise you had made years ago echoed in her mind, its significance now clearer than ever.  "Promise me that you will remember me as much as you can."  In that moment, Wednesday understood the weight of your plea, the plea that had driven you to make the ultimate sacrifice for her sake.

As tears blurred her vision, she leaned into you, her heart heavy with the realization that she would have to carry on without you by her side. The mornings would be colder, the talks quieter, the smiles and kisses a distant memory. But she clung to your promise, the symbol of your love, believing that one day, beneath its embrace, she would be reunited with the soul that had captured her heart so completely.

"My beloved Wednesday, I love you with all my heart and soul and I hope you can understand my decision.

Our love story has been unconventional, marked by darkness and curses, yet you have been the beacon of light that guided me through the shadows. From the moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection that transcended the boundaries of life and death. You became my sanctuary, my home, and my reason to endure the trials that fate hurled our way.

The years we spent together have been a tapestry woven with laughter, warmth, and shared dreams. Your presence has been the salve to my wounds, the answer to my silent prayers. Every touch, every smile, and every stolen moment etched into my memory like precious jewels. Even as the darkness within me grew, your love remained unwavering, a steadfast pillar that held me upright when I faltered.

But I can no longer ignore the truth that has become painfully evident – the curse, the rot, it has taken a stronger hold on me. I've seen glimpses of a future I cannot bear to subject you to, a future where the darkness consumes me completely. I refuse to let that happen. Our love is too pure, too precious, to be tainted by the curse that plagues me. You are too pure to be tainted by my curse.

I want you to find solace in the knowledge that my decision is not born out of despair, but out of love. Love for you, for us, for the future we could have had. It's a choice I make willingly, as the only way to protect you from the grip of this curse. I need you to remember the promise you made me under our tree, our beautiful scarlet red maple tree that has borne witness to our love... where you can find me...

Please don't grieve for me, my love. Instead, find happiness in the memories we've created, in the love we've shared. You deserve nothing less than a life filled with joy and love and maybe some horror too.

As the sun sets on my time in this world, know that I carry your love with me into the next. I've seen that our souls are bound by a love that transcends even death, and I will be watching over you, cheering you on from beyond the veil.

Thank you, Wednesday Addams, for being my love, my anchor, my haven, my everything. You've given me a lifetime of love in the few years we've had, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Remember me till the day we will meet again my beloved woe.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Y/n" Author here, This is my last fanfiction ever, I have to stop writing because I have some personal issues going on, That's why I poured my heart into it, I would really appreciate if you guys tell me how much you liked it, It's been an amazing journey with you all- Love , Celine. PART 11 EPILOGUE: Reunited With Woe. The lines used on the Raven dance were from Sheryl Crow's I Shall Believe song. The inspiration behind this ending was, some you might have already guessed it, "The Haunting of Bly Manor" ending.

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Goodbye

Warnings: Angsty, insecure Wednesday, no happy ending

Wednesday never understood what drew you to her. Why do you always tag along to every dangerous trip, covering for her when she snuck out and even letting her have her murder board in your room? You didn't have a reason for it. Nor to be her acquittance. But you still did, and the girl couldn't help but wonder why.

But she finally got the answer in the form of a letter that she had been reading for the past 10 minutes. It wasn't exactly good. But your attempt was oddly endearing. And although it explained a lot, she still couldn't understand you. How could you like her? How could you love her insensitive, pessimistic, asshole self? Especially when she rarely cared for the feelings of others, sometimes including your own. Like when she said you're being too sensitive because you almost cried after a group of guys wrote "fat cow" all over your dorm room door.

But she also cared. In her way. Like when she got detention for a week after Weems found out she put tarantulas into their dorm room, it was worth it to see their faces and your smile. Or when she started carrying painkillers with her because you always forget yours and your cramps got pretty bad.

So maybe that's what you see. Maybe. But what if one day, it wouldn't be enough? Maybe you'd want someone more lovable. Someone who would show you their love by sending you awfully sweet good morning texts or holding your hand in the halls. Who's fine with public displays of affection or talking about feelings instead of keeping everything to themselves. So maybe her love wouldn't be good enough. She wouldn't be good enough. And when she saw the hurt in your eyes, she knew she did the right thing. Even if she couldn't look into your eyes again. So she had to accept that unless she finds it in herself to betray her beliefs, your last interaction was a goodbye.

For now.

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A/N:This is short :( I hate how short it is but I literally had no idea what to do next

But! You can either take this as an ending or read the last part that will be longer :)

[thedemoninme141]

SNEAK PEAK of Blade Of Miquella's Final Chapter

This is already longer than most of my chapters, 2900 words and still its only halfway through,This is going to be my longest chapter EVERRR- -♥♥♥Celine♥♥♥