Agnes always felt like she was hungry. Born hungry. Starved for anything and everything that she is not allowed to have; thus, she keeps wanting, and wanting.. until it becomes something akin to an obsessive desire to make something hers.
Scraps of her parents' love was never enough, let alone the casual affection given around by her peers— no, not even her excessive want to gain Wednesday Addams' attention and respect could ease the growing hunger in her core.
It was getting increasingly frustrating, and quite pathetic in a way that she hates.
It was being denied of the very thing that she craves for that sets her on edge. Why is it that everyone else is allowed to have it? What is so different from her, to them, that fate chooses to ignore Agnes and her want for love.
She's meant for soul-crushing devotion, not a silly tale of she loves them and they hesitate to even look at her.
But, it seems like the tides of fate has started to change. She meets you. The student whose face used to blend in with the crowd, never noticed by her, now having only you within her line of sight. Her tunnel-vision was reminiscent of her failed obsession-turned awkward friendship with the Addams girl, but it felt different this time—
Because you actually dared looked back.
Old habits die hard. Changing for the better be damned— okay, an exaggeration, but Agnes knew that she was slipping back into her old ways the moment your eyes caught hers in a daze. This was different, though, because you weren't repulsed by her stalkerish tendencies and her stare that burns holes through anyone with their intensity.
Still, it was a long way to go before she can say that the two of you were close. Aquainted? Yes. Friends? Maybe, but Agnes always wants more than what she has. It's selfish, in a way— wanting to be content with your presence near her, with you accepting her despite the others shunning her for her terrible habits.
She shouldn't want more, but in her mind— you're already hers. As for herself? She's always thought that she was yours, too, the moment she realized that your eyes were dangerous to look into.
And it seems that other people were becoming increasingly aware of that, too. People ask for your attention here and there, for schoolwork, hangouts, everything— they want you to look their way, as much as Agnes wants you to look at only her.
The hallway of your dorms were particularly empty, aside from now, when someone opted to chase you up to this point just to give you an invitation for a private seancé. With an awkward smile and stuttering words, they left the hallway, save for wide, green eyes burning with envy as they walked away.
Jealousy was a dangerous feeling. It eats her from the inside out, but she can't let it show. Not to anyone, especially not you.
"You're.. going?" She asks you, eyes flickering back to you and the envelope in your hands that contained the invitation. Though it was hard to not show her ire for the invite, Agnes did her best not to show that she was upset. "You said we'll hang out this week, though?"
Please, please don't go there and leave me all alone.
Agnes blinks, a steady smile to cover it with.