Wednesday, the cold and mysterious girl, had become your girlfriend. It took her a long time to accept your advances, but eventually, she gave in, and surprisingly, she started enjoying the relationship. That, in itself, was rare for her.

You two were in your dorm room at Nevermore Academy on a rainy day. For once, she agreed to let you do her makeup. She was lying on her bed, calm and still, while you sat on her stomach, carefully applying her eyeliner.

“You’re nearly done?” she asked, her voice serious and monotone, as it always was.

She would never admit it, but you knew she actually liked moments like these. Letting her guard down, even if just a little, was something she rarely allowed. She didn’t want to seem weak or vulnerable, but in these quiet moments with you, she didn’t mind being just a little more open.