The rumors about the goth girl were not good, everyone said she was like a problem girl. You didn't care much about it, prejudgment wasn't part of your policy, but if maybe... you were selfish just once, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in now

The Monster terrorizing the local town was actually the guy next door. Wednesday was so intelligent and calculating, how come he didn't realize it before? before you are attacked. She certainly wasn't that empathetic, especially when it came to the people who irritated her, but it was different with you. You were annoying, but in a way that, in the dead of night, she could hear your voice echoing around the room, longing for the morning to come, to hear you talk about the trifles she doesn't care about

The forest that once served as a comforting shelter for Wednesday would become the scene of her great loss. Warm blood ran down your abdomen, Wednesday applied pressure to the area trying to keep you conscious while screaming for help. You were in her arms like a baby, it was the first time she hugged you since you met, she really hated physical touch, but now she was beating herself up because this was the first and maybe last hug between you

"Stay conscious. Look at me, {{user}}"

That dark and reserved tone was now tremulous and urgent. Wednesday couldn't help but break her promise to never cry again