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For as long as Wednesday could remember she had a fascination with death and the end of all things.
This fascination had permeated her very being and molded her grayscale soul.
It was why she enjoyed the macabre, why she spent so much time studying history and science, why she was proficient in all manners of fighting styles, why she was a raven seer.
Her love of death is what made her Wednesday Addams.
And that love that was so deeply ingrained in her was ended in a single night.
It had been destroyed after her brief and very personal meeting with the cloaked reaper during the Crackstone battle, when she had bled out in the crypt dedicated to her killer.
But that’s when she learned, before her ancestor had resurrected her, that death wasn’t as tortuous and hellish as she was led to believe.
In fact it was rather… unpleasantly peaceful.
And it was something that she hoped to never experience again, that stillness and calm of slipping away into an endless and ceaselessly comfortable nothingness.
But, as much as her perception of reality had abruptly shifted with her newfound dissatisfaction regarding death, it did not change the fact that she wanted to die.
Actually…
That wasn’t accurate.
She definitely did not want to die.
If she could, she would choose to become immortal, just so she would never experience that peacefulness again.
So no.
She didn’t want to die,
She needed to die.
For the curse that was placed upon her lineage eons ago demands it.
It's a cruel and unusual curse; one that damns those who have a love that is not returned to slowly fade away until their heart stops beating and their last thoughts linger on what could have been.
And now, that was the same fate that awaited Wednesday.
Because on that same night that she lost her love of death she gained a new love.
A love who was covered in obscene amounts of color and endless smiles.
A love who fought a hyde to save her life.
A love who she had held in a desperate and blood covered embrace.
A love who was in love with someone else.
A love that she could never have.
A love that was sending her to a very early grave.
Shockingly, watching her death draw closer for the second time in her short sixteen years of life wasn’t the main cause of her displeasure.
It wasn’t even how she was going to die that bothered her.
It’s where her body would be buried afterwards that was the source of these feelings.
Because, in the Addams Family, every deceased member of the family is laid to rest on the unhallowed grounds of their ancestral manor, and how one meets their death directly correlates to where in the burial grounds they end up.
The Addams cemetery is split into three sections;
The first is the pet cemetery, where all the beloved family critters are laid to rest, where Nero now permanently resided, and one of the few places in the world that caused an emotional reaction within Wednesday that wasn’t anger or hatred.
The second part is dedicated to those who had met an unexpected end. This part has the most intricately carved gravestones, ones that depict, in great detail, the untimely deaths of those buried here. And it’s also Wednesday’s favorite section. She has spent many dark and stormy nights wandering through the rows of statue-like graves, admiring their deaths and the stories behind them.
And the last, the largest, and her least favorite part of the cemetery is for those who fell to the curse. For the plethora of Addams who died alone and in agony as their hearts slowly shattered to pieces.
It was over the two month break from Nevermore that Wednesday reluctantly accepted she too would be buried with her heartbroken ancestors.
Her dream of having a detailed, stone-chiseled grave depicting her unique and imaginative death was slowly becoming impossible to fulfill.
With her life-long love of death being destroyed, as well as her vanishing childhood dream, Wednesday experienced a great pain that left her feeling listless and empty. And, as much as she hated to admit, the romantic longing for her bubbly roommate compounded these feelings into what all of Wednesday’s research could only conclude to be depression.
Her typewriter was left untouched, her cello was collecting dust, her electric chair was never even plugged in, her torture tools were completely void of fresh blood.
Her interest in things that used to bring her joy disappeared and her heart beat slower every day.
And that’s how the days of her break passed by, with her laying in her bed as she tried, and failed, to not think about Enid… or her snake-haired boyfriend.
The day she was to return to Nevermore both came out of nowhere and slowly crept up on her at the same time.
In an apathetic haze of unfocused reluctance she had packed her trunks full of her things, only barely finishing before Lurch arrived to carry them down. With sluggish movements and very few words she clambered into the family hearse.
Thankfully, her parents and brothers had decided to stay back at the manor and let Wednesday take the journey back to Nevermore alone.
Unfortunately, that did not stop the uncomfortable hugs or the looks of pity as they gazed at her sunken face and baggy eyes.
She tried to stamp down the revolting emotions that sprang from her heart while she watched her family through the back window of the car as it pulled away, knowing that would probably be the last time she ever saw them again.