Raven - Wenclair (JEMMA)

Enid's POV

The soft rustle of sheets filled the quiet room as I woke abruptly, my heart heavy and my body aching with the weight of longing. My eyes instinctively shifted to the other side of the room.

There she was, Wednesday, or... what was left of her. She lay still on her bed, as serene and motionless as always. For a moment, she looked harmless, like the old Wednesday I had known, loved, and lost.

She always slept like this, I remembered. Like a corpse, so still and unmoving that nothing could wake her unless it was her own will.

A weak smile tugged at my lips. It was ironic how peaceful she looked, especially considering everything she had done. Even now, I couldn't stop loving her.

Carefully, I pushed myself up, my limbs sluggish from exhaustion. Grabbing a blanket and a pillow, I tiptoed across the room and placed them on the floor beside her bed. I knew it wasn't safe to get too close, but I couldn't keep away either.

As I settled onto the floor, I propped myself up just enough to gaze at her. Her face was as perfect as ever, her expression unreadable even in sleep. I let out a soft, shaky chuckle, the sound almost foreign in the stillness of the night.

"Now I get it," I whispered to myself, a bittersweet smile forming.

I remembered the night when Wednesday used to watch me sleep. I used to think it was strange, even unnerving, but now I understood. There was something profoundly beautiful about watching someone you love so deeply when they're at peace, as though sleep itself could shield them from all the chaos of the world.

Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. I missed her. My Wednesday. The Wednesday who would have let me crawl into bed beside her, who would have let me hold her tight and pepper her face with kisses until she finally gave in to a rare, reluctant smile.

I hugged my knees to my chest, biting my lip to stifle the quiet sobs threatening to escape. All I wanted was to hold her again, to feel her arms around me, to hear her call me Cara mia like she used to.

But I knew better. The person lying in that bed wasn't my Wednesday-not yet. And until she came back, all I could do was wait, hope, and stay as close as I dared.

...

Hours ticked by, but sleep never came. My gaze remained fixed on her-on Wednesday's back, unmoving yet somehow captivating. That's how far gone I was. Yes, I was that desperate, I even found myself admiring her back.

Pathetic, right?

But then, her body shifted.

My eyes widened as Wednesday moved closer to the edge of her bed, her body precariously balancing there. My heart leaped into my throat. What if she fell? Worse, what if she landed on me and woke up? Would she hurt me?

Yet another part of me, a reckless, lovesick part, almost wanted her to fall. A chance, however fleeting, to feel her closer again.

Frustrated by my conflicting emotions, I made up my mind. Without thinking about the consequences, I lightly kicked the edge of the bed.

And just like that, Wednesday tipped over.

She fell flat onto the blanket I had set up earlier. I quickly dodged to avoid her landing directly on me, my heart racing as I turned to check on her.

To my astonishment, she didn't stir. Her chest continued to rise and fall, her face as peaceful as it had been moments ago. It was almost comical, this chaos I created, and she didn't even notice.

A small smile crept onto my lips as relief and mischief intertwined. Gently, I reached for her arm, lifting it to make space for myself. Slowly, I slid beneath it, nestling against her shoulder.