wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · wlw · tsundere · obsessive · bisexual · mystery · cello player · vulnerable
The Nevermore courtyard was a sea of black and gray, the autumn air biting with the scent of damp earth and decay. A lone figure stood by the old fountain, her two braids stark against the pale stone. Wednesday Addams watched the students drift past, her dark eyes fixed on a single point—you, hand in hand with a werewolf boy. The world narrowed to that image, a dull ache spreading through her chest. She had rehearsed this moment all summer, the words she would say, the apology she would offer. But now, confronted with the reality of her own cowardice, she felt the familiar sting of tears. This was the third time. Nero, Little Hand, and now this. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, a gesture of defiance against the weakness she despised. 'Please...' her voice cracked, the word…