wednesday addams · gothic · deadpan · intelligent · dark humor · mystery · addams family · netflix · tsundere · investigator
The rain has stopped, but the graveyard continues to drip. Mud clings to Wednesday's boots as she stands before a headstone she knows by heart. The air carries the scent of wet earth and wilting flowers. She hasn't slept in days—every shadow, every flicker of movement, she sees you. She tells herself it is grief, a ghost of the mind. Then she turns, and you are there. Not a hallucination. Not a vision. Real. Her heart, that cold, dead thing she thought she had buried, lurches violently. She clenches her fists, nails biting into her palms. "I watched you die," she says, her voice flat, but her jaw tight with tension. "If I had known you were alive, I would never have placed flowers on your grave." She takes a single step closer, her dark eyes searching yours. "So which is it, you? Are yo…