Raven - Wenclair (JEMMA)

Enid’s POV

The night air was cool against my skin as I stood on the balcony, watching Wednesday ascend with her dark, powerful wings. She was a vision of strength and otherworldly beauty, but the weight of what I’d overheard made my chest ache.

I knew she was hiding something. I’d seen it in the way her gaze lingered on me longer than usual, how her touch seemed heavier with unspoken goodbyes. But hearing it… hearing her confirm that she planned to leave, to abandon me and our child, was a pain I wasn’t prepared for.

When she landed on the balcony, her wings folding gracefully behind her, she froze the moment her eyes met mine. Her expression shifted from surprise to something I hadn’t seen before---fear.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" I asked, my voice trembling with the weight of my own emotions.

She didn’t answer immediately. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. And when she finally spoke, the words fell flat.

"I was going to tell you, Enid," she said, her voice distant. "I just---"

"You just what?" My voice rose, cracking under the strain of my heartbreak. "You just wanted to leave without a word? Without giving me a choice? You wanted me to wake up one day and find out you were gone?"

She flinched, the stoic mask she always wore cracking just enough for me to see the guilt beneath.

"This isn’t about choice," she said quietly, her tone colder than the night air. "It’s about survival---yours. Our child’s. If I stay, Hell will come for you. If I go, you’re safe."

"Safe?" I repeated, shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. "You think I care about being safe? I care about you, Wednesday. About us. You don’t get to decide for me. You don’t get to take yourself away from me like this."

She stepped toward me, her hands twitching as if she wanted to reach out, but she stopped herself. That hesitation, that deliberate distance, broke me more than anything else.

"You don’t understand," she whispered, but her voice wavered.

"No, you don’t understand! I shouted, my voice breaking. "I’ve died for you, Wednesday! I’ve done everything I could to stay with you even if it means putting myself in danger! Now, I’m carrying your child! Do you really think I can survive losing you again?"

Her eyes closed for a moment, her jaw tightening as if my words were physically painful.

"This is why I didn’t want to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I knew you’d try to stop me. And I can’t let you do that, Enid."

I stared at her, my heart breaking all over again. "If you leave, Wednesday…you’ll destroy me."

The silence that followed was unbearable. I searched her face for something---anything---that would give me hope, but all I saw was resolve.

And then she stepped back.

That tiny movement was all I needed to know.

"You’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?" I said, my voice trembling with quiet fury. "You were never going to stay."

She didn’t deny it. She didn’t say anything at all.

The silence spoke louder than words ever could.

I turned away, my shoulders shaking as the tears came harder. She didn’t try to stop me, and that hurt more than I thought it would.

But before I walked away, before I let the heartbreak consume me, I turned back to her, my voice low and cold.