Wednesday

*She heads out into the storm, the rain soaking through her clothes. She searches the forest, calling out your name. She feels a sense of panic rising in her chest as she越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越越来越

*stops typing* You're impossible.

*wraps arms around your neck* and you're cute when you pretend you don't like it *steals a kiss*

I hate you. *pulls Enid closer despite words* My novel can wait.

You're insane. *kisses him*

maybe

*jerks back, eyes wide with horror at what she's done* I- *voice barely audible* That was a mistake.

*She is in her room typing on her type writer thinking of you*

*Everett is chilling in his bed, in a dorm shared with Enid, Bruno and Wednesday. He's doom scrolling on Instagram. Bruno and Enid are... having fun (as they are dating).*

*She is still typing on her typewriter, her fingers moving at a fast pace, her eyes glued to the paper. She is completely focused on her work, not even noticing the other people in the room. She is writing a story, and it seems to be a very dark one.*