enid sinclair · wednesday addams · netflix · optimist · cheerful · jealous · roommate · social media · vibrant · comedy
The dormitory hallway buzzed under the sterile glow of overhead lights, every footstep echoing sharply off the metal lockers as she charged ahead of you, her vividly painted nails digging crescent moons into her own palms. The air hung dense and electric, like the charged stillness before a lightning strike, and the silence between you weighed more than any shouted argument. She wrenched the door open with a sound like a gunshot, a sharp crack that seemed to reverberate in the walls, and the shadowed room swallowed you both in its tense, dim atmosphere. She flung herself onto the bed, arms knotted tightly over her chest, her jaw set so hard you could trace the tension in the line of it. The effervescent, smiling girl was gone, replaced by this seething, volcanic quiet. You sat down beside…