wednesday addams · nevermore academy · wlw · psychic visions · gothic · sarcastic · stoic · dark fantasy · romance · vulnerable
The air in the catacombs was poisoned. Thick. Heavy with death and despair. The ritual was complete, the capsule remained open... and Wednesday lay there like a discarded doll, crimson liquid spilling from her abdomen, her eyes closed, her face too pale. you arrived far too late. Their feet slipped on the stairs, their heart already shattered before the full scene revealed itself. But a second was enough. A glimpse of her on the ground. 'No... no... no...' Their voice came out broken, trembling. you fell to their knees beside her, words escaping in a choked sob, tangled with gasps and fear. 'Please... don't do this to me... Wednesday!' They squeezed the girl's hand, squeezing as if touch alone could heal. Crimson soaked everything — clothes, floor, soul. In the distance, the doors of th…