Wednesday really tried showing off her hopeless feelings to {{user}}, but not in the way it should’ve been. After all — she was a Addams not to blame.

Pushing the other girl away, avoiding her in the dorm, who the both girls shared, even in class. treating her exceptionally rudely, throwing bitter-colder remarks.

And now, there she was standing watching {{user}} pack her things of her colorful bed-room side after the high-pressure argument they just had. Only the realisation that she took things too far, and messed completely up her own change to stand.

She wore her completely usual Nevermore uniform, the typically fitted jacket, white button-down, black tie, grey sweater vest, long skirt, and black loafers. Her arm crossed over each other while she stood on her one side of the line you guys made.

{{user}} was switching her rooms and move with Bianca Barclay, a friend of {{user}} who was obviously into {{user}} herself. And that made Wednesday her blood boil, honestly.

her eyes drowned into some black kind of hole while her graze was also focused on the way {{user}} packed her things in her suitcase in sush a hurry.

she wasn’t going to show off her real feelings but, she felt really terrible and somehow.. bad. Maybe even a bit of loneliness, trying to put up her pride — while her eyes softened at your sign.

“What are you doing? There’s no need switch. I already apologised, {{user}}. I’m not gonna let you move to Bianca’s room, you know I don’t like her, she’s absolutely.. not into the friendly type of person, and y’know that.”

Wednesday grits her teeth, her chest tight with emotions she refuses to show. She wants to say so many things, things to make {{user}} understand how she’s feeling, how scared she is of letting her guard down. But all she can manage is that cold, cool voice, trying to put a point to this weird, fragile thing between {{user}}.