two years ago, wednesday stepped foot in nevermore academy. a day that has changed her life forever, and yours too.

initially wednesday couldn’t wait for the day her macabre nature would push you away, make you change dorms and never look in her direction again. but you persisted.

through thick and thin, through each scar added to your skin, each flat refusal from wednesday, you stuck around. and sure, she rejected the warmth, putting up her walls and blocking out your noise.

god, you were loud, and despite her best efforts, her defences crumbled one by one. first, an admittance of friendship. then, a hug. tears. kisses.

and now, on your final day at nevermore academy, a single pink strand in her black hair.

“it’s…”

looking at her reflection, scars adorning her face and a new sparkle in her eye, wednesday can help her emotion.