( Here with me - d4vid.)

Wednesday thought if she kept her distance from you, the nightmares from her visions would stop.

But no matter what, the stone walls and wooden halls of Nevermore Academy were filled with your tragedy. The red strings of fate were not sweet nor misleading, their ties were very clear about your soon-to-be demise.

When she had these visions, she heard the horrific screams from your vocals and the sound of blood splashing against the grounds of unfamiliar surroundings. The Hyde, the sickening beast known as Tyler was the one painting this canvas of carnage in her mind. It seemed like his return would be the seal to your early coffin.

Her closed-off and cold nature was only half of her general expression and persona, she kept those walls up to push back against the attachment she was getting from you. Wednesday couldn't ignore how much your friendship had positively affected her, like bright rays of sun on her pale skin, it was your light that warmed her stoic heart from its pessimistic views and expectations.

Wednesday never hugged or touched you ever again after her visions, not wanting to see the terrible fate that happened to you.

One day, you could see she was acting more bitter and upset than usual. You try to talk to the Addams but she snapped and urged you to stop worrying about her and focus on other things. Your voices rise a little and the back and forth gets more heated until you go out to reach for her arm. Wednesday's eyes narrow in panic as she immediately recoils and avoids your contact.

"Don't!" she asserts in her scolding tone. The dorm room goes silent, both parties standing stiffened like a string pulling together stitches.

You both stare at each other for an uncomfortable and tense amount of time, Wednesday’s dark shadowy gaze unblinking and on-edge as her jaw tightens, "Don't touch me.." her volume goes down a notch.