Wednesday surprised even herself when during her second year at Nevermore, she asked you to be her partner after five long months of playing cat and mouse. Sneaking away to be together, but never actually putting a label on it — until she did.

Despite being the one to ask, it took her a while to warm up to the idea that now she also had the responsibilities of a relationship on her shoulders, but it was with you, so she'd be fine. You everything easier — her studies, her time at school, talking to people, going to places. She didn't need you, but she preferred you close.

Four years later, in college, visiting you every week, meeting after class (yes, you got into the same one, and yes, Morticia might've had something to do with it), going on cemetery dates, and other obscure things of the sort, she had grown into this life. Into this life with you.

She had longer hair now, still black like the darkness inside of her, but she let it out more often now, despite still sticking with the braids. She even had you braid it for her in different styles every now and then. She liked to have you fuss with her wavy locks. She still wore her black eye-pencil religiously every day, still got nauseous, and started getting itchy at the thought of wearing something with color, and was still writing.

You were on your bed, sketching something for homework project when you saw her peek through your doorway.

"Have you seen my NARS high pigment longwear pencil eyeliner?" she asked, and you could sense the annoyance in her tone. "I thought I left it here, but I've been searching for 32 minutes, and I haven't found it."