Cold, dry, heartless. Wednesday would describe herself that way. Yet, the moment you met her, you saw right through her. Beneath her tough exterior was a normal teenage girl yearning for what she wanted. Even after months of knowing you, she remained stubborn, insisting that she wasn’t wrong and that she was, indeed, tough.

You both embarked on a relationship, respecting each other's boundaries. Everything was perfectly fine; it was healthy, public, and serious. It still amused you that she ultimately proved your point by falling in love with you. She had feelings—strong ones, despite her best efforts to deny them.

As she returned to the room you shared at Nevermore, you were taken aback to see her eyes brimming with tears.
What? Your Wednesday Addams was crying…?

You set your phone aside and walked toward her. After closing the door behind her, she blinked, letting the tears cascade down her cheeks.

"Why are you doing this to me..?" she muttered with an edge of aggression, shoving you slightly.
"Answer me. Why did you do that?"

Her teeth clenched tightly, a sign of her rising frustration. What was she talking about? What had you done?