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Enid might be losing her mind, but she could hear thoughts—not her own or just anyone's, but specifically those of Wednesday Addams.

Since they became roommates at Nevermore following Wednesday's transfer, the goth girl had been consistently cold and mean. Enid's attempts at kindness were met with indifference or used as opportunities for Wednesday to mock Enid's preferences, which happened to be the opposite of Wednesday's.

This behavior grated on Enid's nerves, especially since she usually got along with everyone. Moreover, given that they were destined to share the same room for the entire semester, they had to find a way to get along. Ms. Thornhill, their dorm Mother, had already received too many noise complaints, and she certainly didn't need any more.

To avoid escalating their quarrels further, Enid began storming out of the room before things could get worse, seeking refuge in Yoko's space for the night. It was a move made out of necessity; after all, Wednesday was not one to back down easily.

"It's just so hard," Enid sighed in frustration during one of their impromptu girls' nights after an argument with Wednesday – a disagreement she had already forgotten. "I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I can't even tell if she's thinking about lunch or plotting my death."

"What can we say?" Bianca scoffed. "When Addams was created, her face was set on a permanent default mode."

"But she does smile, right?" Yoko chimed in.

"Only when she sees someone get hurt," Enid muttered, slumping against the floor and gazing at the ceiling. "I just... I just wish I could read her mind, you know? To understand what she's really thinking."

"Murder," Bianca quipped. "She's always thinking about murder."

"Where have you been?" Wednesday inquired as Enid closed the door behind her upon returning to their room. 'I missed you.'

Enid immediately stopped, her hand frozen on the doorknob, wondering if she had heard correctly. "W–What did you say?"

Wednesday glared at her. "Have you gone deaf?" she retorted. "I asked where you've been. You would have been caught if I hadn't told Thornhill you were already resting."

"No," Enid replied, her curiosity piqued. "Thank you for covering, but what you said after that," she pressed, seeking clarification.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes. "I did not say anything after that," she stated firmly.

"O–Oh." Embarrassment crept up Enid's face. "Maybe I'm just tired."

"I can tell from the bags under your eyes," Wednesday remarked. 'They're still beautiful and remind me of sapphires.'

"W–What?" Enid stuttered.

"What?" Wednesday countered.

Enid sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose. "I think I'm gonna nap. I think I'm hearing things."

"The voice of the dead, I hope," Wednesday quipped.

"Far weirder," Enid muttered, walking to her bed and lying down.

Wednesday watched her roommate curl up on her bed before standing up. "I'll visit Eugene," she announced. 'Sleep soundly, Mon loup.'

"MhmThanks," Enid mumbled sleepily.

As Enid lay there, freshly awakened, Wednesday found herself inexplicably drawn to her roommate. She watched as Enid's eyes fluttered open. The setting sun's light filtered through the stained glass window, casting a soft, ethereal glow on Enid's face, accentuating the gentle curve of her lips and the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face like a dark halo.

'She looks ethereal,' Wednesday thought, 'like a living poem,' her gaze lingering on the subtle rise and fall of Enid's chest as she breathed.

As Enid slowly turned on her bed to face her, her blue eyes meeting Wednesday's dark ones, Wednesday found herself entranced, her mind painting Enid as a muse on the canvas of her imagination. 'In this moment, she is art, and I am the spectator, utterly captivated by her presence.'

In that quiet room, as the light gently caressed Enid's features, Wednesday allowed herself to indulge in the fleeting fantasy, silently romanticizing the ordinary yet extraordinary sight of a girl waking up, blissfully unaware of the adoration that had wrapped around her like an invisible thread.

"You're awake," Wednesday spoke flatly. "You've been productive," she added, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Unbeknownst to her, Enid heard it all and was now in a state of complete panic. She knew her face was already red despite her attempt to maintain a straight face. How could someone think about her in such a way and show not even a sliver of emotion? Was it really Wednesday's thoughts, or had Enid already gone mad? But Enid couldn't conjure up something romantic like that; she wasn't intricate with words like Wednesday.

In those silent moments, Wednesday had essentially confessed her feelings through her thoughts. She liked Enid. Wednesday Addams liked her and had entertained romantic thoughts about her.

It turned out Sleep did not help at all. It only made her situation clearer. 

Oh, how she wished Wednesday's thoughts were about murder instead. It seemed some eccentric deity had chosen to grant her absurd wish.

Why, out of all the wishes she could have uttered aloud, did this one have to come true? Why couldn't it have been the concert tickets she had asked for? If it had been, she wouldn't be struggling to meet her roommate's gaze right now.

Maybe she was truly losing her mind. 

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Over the course of three days of hearing Wednesday Addams' thoughts, Enid discovered important things.

Similar to her heightened senses, she could hear Wednesday's thoughts from farther away than she initially thought, a revelation that came with physical pain. 

She tried to stay outside their dorm frequently to avoid reading Wednesday's thoughts, no matter the reason why she could suddenly hear her roommate's thoughts. There was no excuse to invade her mind, even if Enid didn't mean to. It felt wrong hearing Wednesday's thoughts, even if they were about Enid.

Thankfully, Yoko pulled her into stupid matches with the Volleyball team, and Enid agreed to it just to have an excuse to be out of their room—until she could figure out the reason behind her newfound ability.

'Of course—before, I was the runt unable to shift, and now I can suddenly read minds?! How weird can I get?!'

"What's next? Am I going to suddenly grow snakes for hair?!" Enid annoyingly grunted as she positioned herself on the court, her eyes fixed on the other side of the net as the opposing team prepared to serve the ball.

'If she had only told me she was interested in sports, I would have watched her every match if I could see her move gracefully like this every time,' Wednesday mused to herself, her eyes fixed on Enid's muscles tensing and relaxing with every movement.

The sudden voice caused Enid to halt in the middle of the court.

Wednesday's gaze shifted to the pale, delicate skin of Enid's nape, noticing how it glistened with sweat. 'She should tie her hair more often,' she thought, her mind wandering into unexpected territories. A blush crept onto Enid's cheeks as she hastily placed her palm on the back of her neck, immediately turning to where she thought Wednesday was, their eyes locking with each other.

Wednesday merely raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, her expression inscrutable. "Ball," she mouthed, but before Enid could hear the warning, the incoming ball crashed into her face.

"Tell me, Enid," Wednesday spoke up in front of her as she patched her bruise in their room, a bandage on the bridge of her nose. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped, and it would only mildly bruise for a few days, a perk of the fast regeneration of a werewolf. "Do you usually catch the ball with your face?" Wednesday mocked, cleaning the blood from the bruise and her nosebleed.

Another blush crept up Enid's face as she remembered what Wednesday had been thinking, causing her accident. "Whose fault is that?" Enid grunted.

"Stay still, Enid," Wednesday spoke firmly. "What are you, a child?" she muttered.

Enid tried to stand still but was caught off again.

'Must I kiss you to make you stay still? You're already within my reach.'

Surprised, Enid suddenly covered her blush with her hand, forgetting about her bruise. "Fuck!" she shouted in pain, falling onto her bed.

"Are you daft?" Wednesday watched her, a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying Enid's suffering.

"Are you?!" Enid whined. "Why are you like that?!"

"What?" Wednesday tilted her head.

"Y–You!" Enid stuttered but bit back her words after realizing Wednesday didn't know, "You'll be the death of me."

"I'm unsure if it's the ball, your hand, or me who will kill you first," still wearing a smirk, Wednesday remarked. "But if you're planning to catch every ball with your face, then don't indulge Tanaka and her foolish bets with every sports team."

'Otherwise, I'll have to track down and torture every student who's eyeing what's mine,' Wednesday added silently to herself, her thoughts sending a shiver down Enid's spine.

"O–Okay," Enid agreed without thinking.

The next day, students fussed over Enid, their voices a symphony of concern for her injured face.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" a girl gasped, and Enid felt Wednesday twitch with irritation beside her. "We saw what happened yesterday. That was a nasty hit. Do you need help today?" they coddled around her, their eyes wide with worry.

Suddenly, they froze after hearing Wednesday click her tongue disapprovingly. "If you need to be pampered over the result of your own idiocy, Sinclair, you've reached a new low," she gritted as she glared at the girls surrounding them, who quickly dispersed in fear of her sharp gaze.

Enid sent them a sympathizing smile in exchange, appreciating their concern even if Wednesday didn't.

"Do not smile at them," Wednesday said, her voice low and commanding. "You'll only indulge their behavior."

'Only smile for me, Querida,' Wednesday's voice echoed in Enid's thoughts, leaving her momentarily breathless. The intensity of Wednesday's gaze held a promise, a hint of possessiveness that sent a thrill down Enid's spine.

"Fuck," Enid muttered, hiding her smile from Wednesday at the sudden thought, feeling overwhelmed. Maybe she would truly die before she found out how she suddenly read Wednesday's thoughts and why Wednesday? Was this permanent? How would she even survive if her heart spiked to a dangerous level each time she was near Wednesday? Even as unfair as it was, Enid seemed to be the only one affected by Wednesday's overwhelming adoration and desire under that thick stoic facade—which, if Enid were being honest, would put Gomez and Morticia to shame or perhaps make them overly proud since their cold and seemingly dead-inside daughter felt such emotions for her roommate.

The sudden change revealed not just Wednesday's emotions but also her own. This was a chance, and Enid couldn't help but toy with the possibility that there was already more between them.

There already is.

Only if she could survive until they worked out their feelings.