Au Revoir, Ma Lune

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/57199555.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death
Category: F/F
Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022)
Relationship: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair
Additional Tags: Dealing with the loss of a loved one, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, the
Addams curse, Wednesday Addams Loves Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair
Loves Wednesday Addams, Darkness with Sunshine, Angst with a
Happy Ending, Trust me on this one, Emotional Trauma, Wenclair -
Freeform, Not Beta Read
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-07-07 Words: 8,715 Chapters: 1/1
 Au Revoir, Ma Lune
by Mrs_Boojangles

Summary

Wednesday mourns the unexpected loss of her beloved Enid.

The Addams Family curse ensures her eternity with her wolf.
Wednesday jerked awake at the booming clash of thunder, her skin slick with sweat from a
nightmare as she scrambled to remove the blankets wrapped around her legs, her heart nearly
hammering straight out of her chest. She swallowed the black fear that swirled around the
base of her throat, her hands blindly reaching for the spot beside her in bed, the sheets still
untouched and the space mockingly cold, another wave of jagged, crushing fear creeping up
her spine. Wednesday pinched her eyes closed, pressing a hand over her face in an attempt to
shake away the horrid images from her nightmare, the seer unsure whether it was only a
nightmare, or a haunting, unforgiving vision. She cursed at a vivid flash of lightning, her
body lurching into motion as she hurried to find her phone, the device tangled in the blankets
still wrapped around her hips. She lit up the screen, no texts or calls from her missing wolf,
no whispers or assurances that Enid was even safe.

She kicked the blankets off and threw herself out of bed, delicate fingers nervously running
through her hair as she called her wife, the floor cold beneath her feet as she paced beside the
bed. The call rang without answer, her chipper voicemail suddenly sounding in her ear as she
gripped her phone with almost enough force to crush it, her heart pounding even faster.
Wednesday cursed and hung up without leaving a single voicemail, her hands shaking as she
dialed the number again, hoping that Enid had only accidentally missed her call. She lost
count of how many times she called the blonde's number, the tension across her shoulders
worsening as Wednesday finally stopped her pacing, dread rearing up in the pit of her
stomach.

"Mi vida, please answer."

Wednesday scowled, her arms crossed over her stomach as she ground her teeth together, the
brunette huffing a small breath as she immediately turned toward her closet, hand closing
around the knob as she ripped the door open. She threw on her coat and slammed into her
boots, Wednesday pocketing her phone before quickly leaving the bedroom, storming
through the silent house on her way towards the mansion's front door. Wednesday snatched
her keys from the plate by the foyer and turned off back toward the kitchen, her hands
holding a slight tremor as she unlocked the many tumblers and slithered out into their garage.
The rain pounded against the roof, the storm growing even more intense as she snorted an
upset breath and slipped in behind the wheel of her vintage matte black Chevelle, the old
engine growling to life as she slammed her hand down onto the door opener, her hands
flexing around the thin steering wheel.

She flicked her headlights on and tore out of the garage the moment she had clearance, rain
exploding away from her tires as she navigated the private drive on the way down to their
entry gate. Wednesday fastened her seatbelt as she awaited the gates to groan open, a quiet,
classical music station playing on low in the background, filling the tense silence with a
hauntingly beautiful melody. She floored it through the gates and followed the rest of their
driveway through the thick trees, stopping at the mouth of it for only a second, before tearing
off in the direction of her nightmares.

Wednesday had seen every part of her nightmare in crystal clear detail, could easily make out
exactly where everything happened in their own little town, her stomach clenching in painful
knots as she sped off toward a hopefully perfectly fine Enid. She clung to the hope that it had
been only a nightmare and not a vision, could only hope that her wife of ten years and her
partner of fifteen wasn't lying dead in her crumpled Outback, could only hope that the
darkness was only a mocking game and not grim, unsettling reality. Wednesday clenched
tightly to her steering wheel as she followed the road through the driving rain, her jaw
working as the dread built even stronger, the worry clawing its way up her throat and
squeezing the air from her lungs, her eyes burning with tears as she pushed her car even
faster.

The seer followed a familiar curve, her heart stopping as she cleared the turn and abruptly
stopped her car, dozens of emergency vehicles scattered across the roadway, blocking the
lanes as they worked to clear a grizzly accident strewn about the blacktop. Wednesday
couldn't breathe as she fumbled with her gear shifter, throwing the car in park and kicking out
the door, the rain instantly soaking her to the bone as she stumbled up to the accident scene,
her black eyes wide with crippling terror. An officer noticed her immediately, the man putting
an arm up to stop her from walking any closer, Wednesday ignoring him completely as she
looked between the two mangled cars, and found the one thing she'd been praying she'd never
see.

Wednesday stared with wide, glassy eyes, the burning tears ignored as she shook her head,
ignoring the officer as she attempted to cross the barrier, the man's hand almost closing
around her shoulder. She growled up at him, stepping away from his touch, her heart
splintering into millions of jagged pieces as she met his concerned, rain-logged features.

"That is my wife."

She ignored the sudden apology across his face as she ducked around him and charged
toward the scene, ignoring the call behind her as she tried to rush toward the crumpled
remains of Enid's car. A fireman managed to catch her before she could fully encroach upon
the scene, a strangled cry wrenching from her throat as she dug her fingers into the rough
sleeve that held her, her vision blinded by tears as she noticed the sheet-covered body already
lying in the middle of the road. The world around her darkened, endless pain welling up
inside her as she collapsed atop the slick roadway, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the
unmoving sheet, the other car just as destroyed off across the other side of the highway, the
road slick with a rainbow of leaking oil. Wednesday shuddered a gasping sob, her hands
leaning on the cold ground as she tried to crawl toward the blood-soaked sheet, the same
fireman easily hefting her to her feet and curling protectively around her stomach.

Wednesday snarled and tried to escape his grasp, the lights dizzying as she sobbed out her
heartache, her teeth gnashing as she valiantly fought against him, needing to reach her
beloved wolf. She ignored the whisper against her ear, ignored the attempt at comfort as she
stared at the motionless, soaked sheet, agony lighting a fire across her skin as she studied the
sight in front of her, the image forever burned upon her very soul.

She could recognize Enid's silhouette anywhere, Wednesday gaping at the sight of her wife's
motionless corpse beneath the thin, mocking veil. Wednesday could pull her out of a lineup
anywhere, could recognize any part of the love of her life, no matter the consequence, no
matter the situation. She'd spent so many years watching her during their time together, spent
so many years learning her mannerisms and what made Enid tick, what made her incredibly
special, what made Enid Enid. How her eyes shone whenever she was excited, how she'd still
sputter and trip over her words whenever Wednesday would overwhelm her with something
horribly romantic, how her smile would soften, whenever they caught eyes. Enid was her
light in the darkness, was a caring, devoted woman with passion in her heart and fire in her
veins, was the reason Wednesday got herself out of bed every day to face the monotony of
life.

Enid was her salvation, was a little scaredy wolf she'd met all those years ago at Nevermore
Academy, and unfortunately, fell madly, irrevocably in love with almost as soon as she
locked onto such sparkling sapphire eyes. She was lucky when she met Enid that year, cursed
to love such a foolish, tender-hearted creature, the Addams family curse taking root in her
bones, the moment Enid swore to keep her story about Nero a secret. Enid's first visit to the
mansion had been perfect, Wednesday nearly scaring her to death for the first of many times,
Enid easily laughing her off and accepting her eccentricities, the wolf's devotion for her
written clear as day across her glowing, scarred face. They were inseparable after that
moment, Enid's parents confused over their remarkably intense bond, despite knowing each
other for only several months, the female alpha openly loathing their relationship. The
Sinclairs had willingly given in to their need for proximity, and had basically shipped Enid to
New Jersey to stay for the rest of her lifetime, their pack permanently splintered over such an
amorous intent.

She was Wednesday's first and only in everything, the two of them navigating life together
and learning with each other, Enid notorious for always managing to lead her whenever she
was uncertain. Enid was her opposite in every way, was sunshine where she was a storm
cloud, her own antisocial nature upended by the unrelenting positivity, once Enid got over her
own identity issues and fully embraced herself as a queer, lone wolf. Wednesday was fully
smitten with Enid, would often tell others off whenever they gave her issue during their time
in both high school and college, the pair of them earning a dangerous reputation that
extended far beyond their tightknit circle of friends. Enid treated her like she was a sublime,
ethereal goddess, like Wednesday was the very reason for her breathing, like she was the
simple driving force behind the wolf's fiercely beating heart. They were partners in every
sense and every way, had been through so much together over their years-long relationship.

Enid was Wednesday's one true love, her heart, her soul, her everything.

And now she was gone.

Wednesday was perfectly inconsolable as she was lead to the back of a waiting ambulance,
the team offering her a foil blanket to ward off the chill, her fingers digging in her eyes as if
to try and stop her endlessly flowing tears. She fought through the wailing pain as she
continued to look toward where her body laid, the crews finally collecting her onto a
stretcher, and moving off in the direction of an already waiting ambulance. Wednesday
wrestled herself away from the people attempting to help her, her boots clobbering the
slippery roadway as she reached out and firmly grasped the railing of her stretcher, her
blanket fluttering to the ground and sticking in the unforgiving rain. A responder shook his
head, going to reach for her to hopefully remove her from the stretcher and keep her out of
the way, the seer hunkering over Enid's body and growling at the group of medical workers.
"She is my wife," she snarled, daring someone else to try and stop her.

Wordlessly they nodded, Wednesday blindly following along beside Enid's stretcher, her grip
slippery as she fought to hang onto her only lifeline in a colorless world. She stepped away
only long enough for them to load her body into the waiting truck, the seer throwing herself
in the back of the ambulance and immediately settling in beside her wife, glaring at anyone
brave enough to breathe in her direction. She worked her jaw, heavy tears blinding her paltry
vision, mixing with the frigid water pouring down her face as she struggled with the sob
lodged in her chest, her fingers trembling as she pitifully reached out for her beloved Enid.
Wednesday needed to see her, needed to see how badly she was injured in the crash, how
badly her wolf had suffered in her final moments, the tech across from her practically reading
her thoughts as she lightly shook her head, and placed a comforting hand over Wednesday's.
The brunette sneered on reflex, the fight draining out of her as she slumped forward, bracing
her other hand on the rail beside Enid's body, eyes searching the shroud covering the
beautiful face.

"How bad?"

Wednesday looked up from where her eyes searched the bloodied sheet, glaring at the clear
exchange between the silent responders as the ambulance jerked forward, the lack of sirens
already making her blood run ice cold. She sniffled, looking over the body situated right in
front of her, her shoulders shaking with silent, uncontrollable sobs as she gripped hard to the
handrail, tethering her to a sick, unfiltered reality. Wednesday snatched her hand away from
the woman's touch and covered her flushed, ghostly white face, her jaw grinding again before
she abruptly looked up, glaring at the pair of women.

"I know she is missing limbs, I am not blind," Wednesday growled, ignoring the way her
chest seized beneath the heft of her grief, "It is my right to see her," her voice broke, her other
hand snapping around the railing, "She is my wife."

The technician sighed a long, quiet breath and shook her head, silently reaching for the thick
shroud before tugging it away, folding the sheet just below Enid's bruised, pale neck.
Wednesday slammed her eyes closed at the sight of her beloved, her hand clapping over her
mouth as if to stifle the gut-wrenching sob, her tears renewing as they screamed down her
pallor face. She collected herself just enough to look up at her wife, to see Enid again, despite
the state of the battered corpse, the wolf's face peaceful beneath the still-oozing blood. She
had several cuts split along her face, her jaw sitting at a strange angle, several bruises
forming on her skin from the obvious trauma. Her scars were bright pink against an
unfathomably white face, the life having drained the color from the usually jovial woman,
Wednesday unconsciously standing in the back of the truck to get a proper look at her
beloved.

Her hands shook as she lifted them, just barely ghosting over the broken jaw and avoiding the
other cuts and scrapes, her fingers lightly touching along the familiar, beautiful scars on the
unnervingly cold cheek. Wednesday attempted to blink away the tears, a violent wail tearing
up from her chest as she ran her hands over the slick, golden hair, her teeth biting hard into
her lower lip as she loudly sniffled.

"Enid," she wheezed, her voice trembling, "Mon tout."

Wednesday placed a hand on her chest and leaned over Enid, sobbing into her shoulder as the
ambulance continued off toward the hospital, everything she knew about her life vanishing
beneath the impossible weight of her soul-rending pain. She was unaware of herself after that
moment, hardly capable of leaving her side once they got to the hospital, the workers in the
morgue instantly recognizing her as she dutifully followed behind her body. Seras
immediately burst into tears at the sight of her, Wednesday their town's funeral director and
mortician, hovering over her dead wife's body. The seer ignored everyone around her,
snapping instruction at the staff whenever they needed to move Enid, to be careful with her
body, to not drop her, to protect whatever dignity she still possessed. Seras took it upon
herself to start on the intake paperwork, freeing Wednesday from the brutal torment of
writing about her wife's untimely passing.

The seer didn't once remove herself from the wolf's side, Wednesday hardly responding to
anyone around her as she sat on the floor beside Enid's momentary resting place. Wednesday
leaned her cheek against the cold, metal door that housed her precious Enid, curling herself
into the tiniest little ball as she openly sobbed her heart out on the hard, pristinely white tiles.

She'd lost track of time, still damp from the rain and shivering in the hospital morgue beside
the storage drawer that housed her wife, tears unending as she sobbed out the jagged,
overwhelming torment. Wednesday jerked at a sudden touch against her knee, her father
quietly lingering in front of her on the cold ground, her silent mother standing in the doorway
behind him. Gomez smiled sadly, his thumb running over her still-damp pajama pants as he
knelt on the floor in front of her, silently opening his arms in invitation to his eldest child.
Wednesday shattered, another wailing cry leaving her as she blindly scrambled forward and
collapsed into her father's arms, desperately clinging to his coat to keep herself from
drowning in the unending, violent tears. She sobbed into his shoulder as he tightly held her,
Gomez rocking them back and forth and whispering sweet words against her rain-frizzled
hair, Wednesday's fingers aching over how violently she fisted the dark wool.

It was nothing, however, compared to the visceral emptiness that suffocated the air from her
lungs, now that she'd lost Enid.

Wednesday didn't hear a word of her mother, the world continuing on around her as she was
eventually collected up into Gomez's arms and mercifully ushered out of the morgue, pain
echoing along her goose-pimpled skin. Her chest ached at the distance that suddenly grew
between Enid and herself, her family's infamous curse nearly withering her away to nothing
in the wake of her partner's passing. She sagged in her father's arms, her tears refusing to stop
as they stood off to the side of the morgue, Lurch lumbering in with her Uncle Fester in tow,
the two men bobbing their heads in a silent, forlorn greeting. Wednesday cried harder when
her family collected Enid's body, several of the staff quietly conversing around her as she
buried her face in Gomez's shoulder, letting the grief consume her completely as she wept in
her father's arms.

She didn't even register the motion of his thumb smoothing down her back, nor the journey of
her still tucked safely in his protective embrace, her own cries drowning out the rest of the
world around her. Wednesday didn't fully remove her face from her father's shoulder until
they were already sitting in the back of the Addams family limo, a swell of panic rising
through her as she scrambled out of his comforting embrace and searched about the dreary
surroundings.

"Where is Enid?"

Gomez's smile softened as he reached out, unbothered when she angrily batted his hands
away.

"In the car behind us, tormenta, we are taking her home."

Wednesday sniffled, her eyes endlessly leaking as she shook her head, snapping her head
around to glare at the driving Lurch, "Stop this goddamn car."

Obediently, he did as instructed, pulling the car off to the side of the road, the hearse behind
them following suit, a crack of thunder growling above them. Wednesday kicked out into the
torrential rain without hesitation, slamming the door behind her and falling upon her own
hearse, Fester already opening the door for her, and ushering her into the passenger seat.
Wednesday collapsed in the seat, turning herself to stare at the black casket in the back of the
car, her nerves only settling once they touched the box holding Enid's broken remains. They
journeyed in silence, Wednesday squeezing her tiny frame back beside the casket, splaying
her hands on the cool, polished wood as she silently wept, black nails scratching over the
surface as a way to vent her endless grief. She rocked with the motion of the car as Fester
backed them up to the rear of her funeral home, Pugsley already waiting beside the loading
dock in the still-pouring rain, the young man gesturing Fester in before motioning him to cut
the engine.

Wednesday didn't lift her head from where it laid against the top of Enid's coffin, her dead
eyes staring through her waiting brother when Thing scurried up the lid and jumped onto her
shoulder. She leaned away just enough for Pugsley to pull the rails and guide the carrier from
the back of the hearse, Wednesday impatiently following along behind it, refusing to let Enid
out of her blurred sight. She grasped at the rail in the front corner of the casket, Pubert and
Gomez hurrying down the steps to meet them at the back of the waiting car. Gomez smiled
sadly and kissed the top of her head, his hand reaching for hers where it rested along the
handrails on the side of her casket, carefully removing her trembling fingers.

"Wednesday," he whispered, his free hand lovingly cupping her flushed, tear-stained cheek,
"Let me carry her for you."

Her chest throbbed, her limbs trembling as she roughly sniffled and helplessly nodded, Thing
resting himself on her shoulder and squeezing in silent comfort, the seer staggering back a
step as she watched the men in her family unload the remains of her darling wolf. Wednesday
shuffled along behind the casket, Fester and Pugsley already suiting up to properly remove
her body and prepare her for storage somewhere Enid was fully familiar, Wednesday numbly
standing beside the table as they pieced her back together. Morticia led down not several
moments later, standing behind the broken woman and placing a warm hand on her shoulder,
Wednesday allowing the attempt at comfort as she watched Pugsley push the table into cold
storage, sealing Enid away from her burning, aching eyes.
Wednesday walked the few steps forward and knelt down on the floor in front of the locker
that held Enid, the tiny brunette wordlessly curling herself up on the floor, and leaning
against the heavy, metal door. The family dispersed around her, cleaning up the theatre and
putting everything in its place, Wednesday screwing herself up into a small, trembling fetal
ball, and loudly sobbing into her folded arms. She didn't move when her mother draped a
blanket around her exhausted form, didn't register the presence of her brothers on her either
side while she bawled her eyes out on the cold floor, didn't hear a whisper of any condolences
from her Uncle Fester before he'd drifted off upstairs. Nothing mattered to her in that
moment, Wednesday feeling the very world around her dim and lose its color, her own tears
burning her skin as she finally dipped below the threshold of her pain, and drowned in the
swelling agony.

Wednesday wept into herself, mourning the loss of her perfect, beloved Enid and their
amazing life together, mourning that she would never again see Enid awake and alive and
holding her, mourning that she'd never get to kiss her again, or fold into her arms away from
the rest of the world. She already missed her mischievous smile and her brilliant eyes,
already missed the warmth of her arms whenever she'd hug her in greeting, or hold her for
comfort, already missed the stupid jokes she'd tell, just to try and make her smile, missing the
way her tongue would stick out, whenever she was focusing on her work. Wednesday missed
the sound of her voice already, having only heard it that morning before Enid went off to
meet with one of the story sources for her latest article several towns over, the wolf having
hovered over her while she was still in bed and deeply kissed her in goodbye.

It was the last time she heard Enid in person, having missed their usual lunchtime call to
instead work on her newest body in the morgue, thinking that she'd just as easily see her wife
at home much later that night. Regret tore her apart, the seer screaming in pain at not having
made the time for her like she should have, for not having answered to hear Enid one last
time, not having the chance to tell her again that she loved her with every beat of her tiny,
black heart. Regretted that she'd chosen work over her wife, without ever being able to rectify
her egregious mistake. She angrily pulled at her bangs in an attempt to focus on something
other than the numbing loss, Enid's last words forever immortalized in a voicemail playing
over and over in her mind, echoing past the pathetic beat of her obliterated heart.

I miss you already! I was thinking of stopping at that little Italian place on my way home
tonight, I know how much you've been craving it lately. Ooh, maybe I can pick up some cake,
too, since you've randomly had a sweet tooth the last few days! I'm already counting the
seconds, Wens, I can't wait to home and tackle you in a hug, it was so hard leaving you this
morning. Already dreaming of kissing you again, because wow. Ma lune, I love you to the
moon and back. I'll see you tonight!

She sobbed even louder at the ghost of Enid's words curling around her heart, her fingers
pulling harder on her already ruffled bangs, her hair loose as it fell over her shoulders.
Wednesday didn't fight it when Pubert wordlessly curled her into his arms and quietly held
her, the seer dropping her cheek against his chest and fisting the front of his jacket, her eyes
cracking open to stare at the innocuous, metal door that hid the sight of her wife from her, the
loss of Enid splitting her wide open.
"Querida," she whispered brokenly, her tears worsening as she fell into her brother and
sobbed.

The following several days were nothing but an agonizing, bitterly surreal blur.

Fester had taken to running everything about the body and funeral preparations for
Wednesday, from blood samples to doing the autopsy himself, the local police department
attempting to give them hell for so quickly removing the body from hospital possession.
Wednesday had hardly moved from her place in her own morgue, her eyes refusing to leave
off her wife, even with her split open on her own operating table. She was totally numb and
completely unreachable, every word from any member of her family falling on deaf ears, her
entire being whittled down to focusing on Enid. Wednesday hadn't once stopped crying since
she'd stumbled onto the accident scene, the sight of the blonde's car crumpled up in the heavy
forest scorched into her memory, her unmoving body lying in the street enough to make her
physically ill.

Wednesday had been running on nothing but bleary stubbornness, the seer hardly even
capable of signing any of the paperwork needed to put her wife into the ground. Pugsley had
plugged her phone in for her, the device vibrating with condolences she never read, friends
and family alike reaching out to the Addams family to offer their words of loving support for
such a monumental loss. She hadn't even glanced at the phone, would only hear whispers
from her brothers or uncle as they hovered around her in the days following Enid's death,
Wednesday not even able to lift her head up to properly regard them. She remained curled up
outside that square door, leaning her head against the cool metal, and secretly praying that the
universe would come for her, too, unwilling to spend another second without her beloved.
Gomez made sure to check on her often, to sit silently beside her, and affectionately hold her
hand, silently reminding her of his unwavering presence.

Morticia and Esmeralda planned the entire funeral, Wednesday unblinking at them every time
they'd talk to her on anything in particular. She'd made sure that she and Enid had discussed
their preferences for their burials, had made the entire family known, as well, the topic of
death a common theme in the Addams family discussions. It was easy for the family to
prepare Enid's funeral the way she'd preferred, Wednesday too exhausted to even bother with
her input on the unavoidable afternoon, her heart withering over the loss. She trusted her
family to do it properly, refusing to leave the wolf's side as she sat in waiting for Enid's final
days still in Wednesday's company. Wednesday didn't bother with any meal they'd brought
down for her, refusing to enjoy even a modicum of comfort, the world lifeless without the
burst of color that was Enid Addams.

Wednesday eventually drifted off nearly four days after the incident, the sight of the graphic
accident scene flashing across her memory, immediately jerking her out of sleep as more
tears spilled down her flushed, gaunt face.

Her grandmother came down the morning of the funeral, Esmeralda reaching down for her
and easily lifting her to her feet, the old witch cupping the exhausted face and sweeping away
the continuous, burning tears.

"Love, we've got to get you both prepared."

Wednesday scowled and said nothing, even as she zombied after her grandmother, Esmeralda
bringing her to the second floor of the funeral home, and pushing down on the end of the
accompanying bed. The seer sniffled helplessly, her tears growing more violent as she looked
down at her empty hands, a sob wheezing past her parted lips as she focused on her brilliant,
platinum wedding band. Esmeralda clicked her tongue and moved back toward Wednesday,
curling the petite woman into her arms, and gratefully squeezing, rocking them in place.
Wednesday wept silently, her body quaking beneath the crushing weight of her own heartache
as she leaned into the offered warmth, agony screeching up along her every nerve, her
everything yearning for the embrace that she'd never be able to feel again. She eventually
collected enough of herself to stumble into the shower, the cold water cascading over her bare
shoulders as she watched the water swirl down the drain, her limbs heavy as she fought to
properly clean herself.

She tucked the towel around her small frame and stood in the center of the room, aimless and
lost, more tears stinging at her eyes as she slowly turned her head to the garment bag hanging
on the inside of the bathroom door. Wednesday wordlessly dried herself and let the towel fall
to the floor, her face a stony, emotionless mask as she fumbled with the zipper, and opened up
the offering, white-hot agony lancing through her middle as reality finally crept in around
her. She readied on autopilot, slipping into her black tights and sliding on a simple black,
high collared, long-sleeve dress, her pea coat hanging on the door as well, the day already
bitter cold. She couldn't hardly bother with her long, wavy hair, her dark eyes glaring at her
own listless expression in the foggy mirror, Wednesday blinking only once before shuffling
out the door.

Morticia offered a sad smile and reached for a brush on the nightstand before moving around
Wednesday, taming the thick, wild locks and braiding it into a single plait, her hands
smoothing down Wednesday's shoulders before she kissed the top of her head. Wednesday
burrowed into her pea coat and followed behind the other women, just barely making the
flight of stairs before she lumbered out into the main hall, Enid's casket already waiting for
her atop the richly decorated, pink-flowered dais. Wednesday moved on her own accord, her
shoes thumping quietly along the floor as she approached the open casket, her heart choking
in her throat as she glanced down at the peaceful, lifeless face. She choked on another sob,
her hands gripping to the side of the open door, her shaking fingers just barely touching over
Enid's trademark scars, her fingers quaking.

At least she looked peaceful.

Wednesday leaned her cheek atop the edge of her casket and continued to cry, Morticia
eventually supporting her miniscule weight and leaving her off in the chair closest to Enid,
the elder seer gently guiding a handkerchief into her fisted hands before Pubert slid into the
seat beside her. Yoko and Divina were the next bodies in the door, the vampire falling to her
knees in front of Wednesday and crying out her own sense of loss, the seer staring blankly at
the visibly upset woman, unable to do anything past her own unyielding grief. Dozens of
people eventually filtered in for the funeral, Enid known for being so warm and welcoming to
everyone in her life, the wolf having a reputation of making everyone feel welcome, no
matter their background. Wednesday was barely even aware of the service happening around
her, so many people having come up to her to offer their condolences and small words of
support, her entire extended family seemingly turning out to wish one of their own goodbye.
She helplessly sniffled once Pubert kissed her temple and took over the dais, her head finally
lifting as she stared at the casket and focused on her Pubert's voice, the youngest of her
brothers having been wonderfully close with Enid.

Pubert swallowed his own tears, his lip twitching as he offered a smile, dark eyes trailing
over the large gathering. He started in on celebrating the wolf everyone knew so well,
offering tidbits and stories into their time spent together, Pubert's focus shifting over to his
sister as he paused in his vivid story telling. He leaned forward, clasping his hands together
as he cleared his throat, a solemn sadness sweeping over his mustached face.

"The thing Enid would be most proud of, the one thing she'd want to always talk about no
matter what, was how deeply she loved Wednesday," Pubert breathed a strangled laugh, his
eyes brimming with tears, "I remember how nervous she was to ask Wednesday to marry her,
was worried over whether or not she'd actually accept her, because Wednesday never wanted
to get married. Enid worked herself into such a tizzy over when the best time would be to
ask, or what she should do to make it absolutely perfect."

He sobered, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment to uselessly attempt to collect himself,
"You all know the story," Pubert whispered quietly, his smile growing as he opened his eyes,
"She panicked at the family reunion, dropped the ring on the floor, and when Wednesday
picked it up, Enid went on a ten-minute tangent about how much she worshipped and adored
Wednesday, how much she wanted to grow old with her, and would she please god marry
her."

Laughter rang out through the building, the tears still shared amongst the family and friends
as they celebrated Enid's greatest, most storied achievement: having Wednesday Addams
agree to actually marry her.

"In all the years I've known her, I've always known her to be funny and kind, loving and
supportive," Pubert squeezed his eyes closed, his voice breaking, "And I'll mourn her for the
rest of my life, as we all will. She'd want to cut this short, too, so... to Enid, and her brilliance
in life, and peace in death."

Agreements and tearful laughter filtered through the room, Wednesday doubling over her
own lap and crying even harder at the heartfelt words. Enid would always marvel at
Wednesday agreeing to marry her at all, knowing that she'd always dryly tell her she'd pity
any creature that would even bother fawning over her like her father did for her mother, often
offput at the threat of affection. She still disliked people in her personal space, still rolled her
eyes at the amorous intent of her parents, still hated the idea of someone being so head over
heels in love that they'd shout it from mountaintops. But she'd gratefully accepted it of Enid,
would exasperatedly sigh at her earnestness, even while she secretly enjoyed it, their many
years together having earned the wolf an ease in which to be physically close to her. She'd
given everything to her wife, her heart, her body, her devotion, her everything, despite the
gnawing fear in the back of her mind, that if she'd ever lost Enid, Wednesday would lose
everything else, too.

Wednesday sat perfectly still while the attendees said their final goodbyes to her wife, Pubert
and Pugsley both wordlessly helping her out of her seat, and walking her back toward the
beautifully decorated casket. Her brothers left her in the following silence, the room eerily
still after such a presence of family, her eyes filling with hot tears as she took a final look at
the woman that changed her entire life. Wednesday cradled her jaw again, swallowing an
agonized cry as she bent over the casket, and briefly kissed her cheek in a fond, heartbreaking
goodbye. She straightened, trailing the backs of her fingers down Enid's scarred face a final
time, clinging onto the last kiss they'd shared before her journey away. The memory of her
was warm, Wednesday swallowing the lump in her throat at the cold flesh before her now, her
heart locking away their last moments together before she wordlessly closed the lid on her
very reason for breathing, the world around her lackluster in the wake of such loss.

Gomez, Fester, and her brothers filed down the center of the arranged chairs, Wednesday
staggering herself aside as they prepared to move her to the waiting hearse, the seer leading
the charge of men behind her. Morticia was already waiting at the top of the steps, wrapping a
protective arm around her daughter and leading her down the few stairs, the elder seer's face
burning with silent tears. Wednesday sagged against her mother, exhausted in every
conceivable sense as she watched her family carry her wolf toward her final journey, the
mood somber as thunder rumbled in the distance. She could hardly see, the tears aching as
they fell down her pale cheeks, her body shaking almost violently as they carefully loaded the
casket into the waiting car, readying to ferry her Enid toward her final resting place.

Wednesday wept quietly as Morticia carefully led her to the hearse, tucking her in the front
seat beside Lurch, grateful for the silence against the intense ringing in her ears from so long
spent mourning her beloved. Wednesday fought the urge to curl herself up in the casket with
Enid and be buried alongside her in an eternal embrace, the family curse weighing her down
as she collapsed against her seat and sobbed into her frigid, quaking hands.

The drive was painfully silent save for the occasional crack of thunder, Wednesday ignoring
the tears still pouring down her face and wetting the collar of her dress, her hands fidgeting
with the buttons on the cuffs of her jacket. Lurch curled down the familiar turn that led to the
Addams Family mansion, the tires beating against the muddied grounds as they passed
through the gates and followed around toward the rear of the estate, the caravan stopping off
near the stone walls surrounding the family cemetery. Wednesday shuddered at the sight of it,
her nails digging into the back of her hand in a way to feel some semblance of her humanity,
the pain hardly registering past the numbness curling about her insides. Her hand shook as
she reached for the car door, Pugsley suddenly already awaiting her as he tugged open the
door, and offered his hand.

The skies opened up the moment Wednesday stepped out of the hearse, rain suddenly pouring
down around them, the seer welcoming the cold water as it bled down her face. She squeezed
Pugsley's hand, wanting to cling to the eldest of her brothers, Morticia and Esmeralda
walking to collect her instead. Wednesday mindlessly walked toward the back of the car,
refusing to be sheltered from the rain as she stepped away from her mother and grandmother,
her hands curling into fists as she watched the men open the rear door of the car. Her stomach
twisted once they pulled out the casket that held her Enid, nausea burning at the back of her
throat as she hiccupped a sob, the rain masking her tears as she endlessly worked her jaw, a
pit splitting open just behind her ribs.

Wednesday looked around at the milling faces, the entire family standing with their umbrellas
in stifling silence, Yoko silently moving in to stand beside her, offering her solace in the
perpetual ache of her grief. Her fingers twitched when the vampire clasped her hand,
Wednesday subconsciously moving closer into her space as they watched the men easily
support the coffin, Pubert looking to Wednesday to lead them. Yoko nodded and nudged her
forward, Wednesday's grip tightening on the woman's hand for only a moment before letting
go, the seer hardly able to square her shoulders as she walked them through the wrought iron
gates. Her heart ached once she noticed the waiting grave, lightning sizzling overhead as she
stopped just beside it, her head turning back toward her family as they positioned the coffin
atop the risers, ready for the inevitable journey into the ground.

She sniffled uselessly, soaked from the rain as the group moved in around the site,
Wednesday unable to rend her vision from the water pebbling atop Enid's casket, her hand
reaching out to lightly pressed against the edge. Wednesday moved in closer, reading the
engraving on the small plate, Enid Agnes Addams written in Wednesday's own handwriting,
just as Enid had requested of her so many years ago. She hunched over the lid and cried,
leaning her forehead against the rounded top, her other hand bracing against the shiny black
box, her sobs the only noise save for the driving rain. Wednesday scratched her nails over the
coffin, trying to claw herself out of her own grief, her eyes fluttering open as she helplessly
pressed her lips to Enid's name.

"Take me with you," she whispered, her eyes pinching closed as more tears crept down her
ashen face.

Wednesday slapped off the hand against her back, sniffling again as she laid herself atop the
lid and cried, her grandmother's words hardly permeating her own sobs as she wrenched out
her own despair. She was eventually gathered away from the casket, Wednesday leaning into
Gomez's shoulder as she watched the long procession of family leave the pink roses on top of
the motionless coffin, her fingers anxiously working over the front buttons of her peacoat.
Morticia offered a sad smile as she wordlessly approached the pair, the family matriarch
soaked from the rain as well as she offered Wednesday a black and pink rose, the seer's
stomach plummeting at having to finally say goodbye. Wednesday could hardly breathe as
she forced up from the comforting touch, the thorns biting into her palm as she walked an
unsteady step forward, thunder echoing around them.

She tilted her chin up, feeling the icy droplets against her skin and welcoming the sting, her
willingness to exist nearly whispering away to nothing. Wednesday walked the final few
steps, ignoring the world around her as she laid a hand against the rail on Enid's casket, her
head bowing in silent respect. Water poured from her bangs as she sniffled again, another sob
lodged in her chest as she lifted her hand and finally placed her flower with the others, again
kissing Enid's name before she staggered backward. The entire family waited as the coffin
was lowered, Yoko again moving in beside Wednesday with Pubert to her other side, her
vision fully blurred once the casket was fully lowered. Fester and Lurch worked on burying
the body, a strangle cry leaving Wednesday as she attempted to dart for the grave, Pubert just
barely catching around her middle.

Wednesday clawed at his arm, her entire body shaking as she struggled to get away, her knees
finally buckling.
"Please," she cried, clinging to the arm around her, even as her strength left her completely,
"Please let me lie with her, I cannot do this without her."

She ignored the pleading words against her ear, Pubert fully seated in the mud with
Wednesday in his lap, her sobs tearing out the hearts of the remaining family. Wednesday
watched in silence, her face blank and her chest empty, Fester approaching her once the deed
was finished, and kneeling in front of her. She hardly looked at him, heard not a word of his
condolences, her vision focusing on Lurch fully set the headstone at the top of her grave.
Wednesday shoved Pubert's arms away and moved past her uncle, mud staining her dress and
coat as she crawled through the newly planted mud, and curled up against the marker. She
looked it over, the smooth, black marble carved in the likeness of a baying wolf, Enid's name
stamped in vivid, white letters. Wednesday hugged an arm around the stone and pressed her
cheek beside the wolf, screaming wails pulling from her dry, cracked lips.

Wednesday didn't move from her place beside her wolf, the storm carrying on around her,
hardly matching the ferocity crashing about her lungs, her heart withering away to nothing as
she endlessly cried. She could think of nothing but Enid, of her brilliant eyes and doting
smile, of her playfulness and zest for life, of her endless hugs and cuddles, of her soft,
addicting lips that Wednesday would never be able to kiss again. She cried through the night,
the storm eventually clearing as night fell around her, her body tired and her soul even
moreso, her tears unending as they bled down her pale, freckled face. Wednesday didn't even
see the sunrise, a day forgotten as she curled herself into the smallest ball and hugged closer
to the headstone, agony snaking up her spine and choking at the base of her throat.

She wasted away at Enid's grave, ignoring the visits from family, their words falling on deaf
ears as she stared into nothing, her face gaunt, and her body aching over being forced to go
on with living with such brutal, crippling heartache. Wednesday eventually drifted to sleep,
her eyes falling closed as she felt the world around her darken completely, the loneliness in
her veins finally choking the last of her will away as she prayed for blissful oblivion. She
jerked at a soft touch against her chin, her eyes flying open as she struggled to gain her
bearings, her bleary vision focusing on a familiar pair of sky blue eyes. Wednesday
scrambled to sit upright, her tears renewing with frightening force as she reached out, not
quite able to touch the beautiful sight before her, her heart squeezing at the distance still
lingering between them.

Enid smiled easily, her nose wrinkling as she took a knee in front of her wife, her touch
unfairly cold, "Ma lune," she soothed, her fingers ghosting over the tracks of Wednesday's
tears, "I'm here to take you home."

Wednesday wept, leaning into the cold feeling, her head automatically shaking, "Home is
wherever you are, querida, I will not leave you," she rasped, more tears burning down her
face.

The wolf grinned, "I know that, silly, why do you think I'm here? I was waiting for you to be
ready, and now you are," Enid held her hand out, her smile softening, "Just take my hand."

She didn't hesitate, a spark lighting where their palms met, Wednesday staring with wide eyes
as Enid easily hauled her to her feet. Wednesday studied the blissfully smiling face, her eyes
tracing the scars she loved so much, her hand gripping Enid almost hard enough to actually
hurt as she wept, her entire world stopping its spin once she laid her head on the wolf's sturdy
shoulder. Enid whispered sweet words against the dark hair as she readily took Wednesday
into her arms and held her tightly, the seer sobbing against her chest, the pain refusing to
leave her, even as she fell apart in her partner's arms. Wednesday whimpered after an eternity
spent in tears, finally pulling away and staring up at the smiling face, her fingers twisting in
the hem of Enid's favorite pink wool sweater.

"I'm sorry, Enid. I'm sorry I never answered your call, that I never, m-made that time to speak
with you before your passing. To know how you suffered-"

Enid shushed her and shook her head, her thumbs wiping away the cool tracks of her tears,
"Wednesday, you don't have to apologize for anything, there's no way you could have known.
And honestly, I didn't suffer. Everything happened so fast, and then I was gone. You've
suffered way more than I have, and not being able to talk to you or comfort you was horrible,
but I've always been with you."

Wednesday stifled another sob, her face falling back to Enid's shoulder, "This is a dream that
I do not wish to wake up from, to have you before me like this," she pulled away, looking up
at her beloved, "I will not do this without you."

The wolf smiled sadly, her thumbs again clearing away the tears, "You're not doing this
without me, you're already here."

Enid gestured behind them, Wednesday turning to follow the curious gaze, her eyes widening
as she noticed herself still hugging around her wife's headstone, her body lifeless and pale.
She gaped in surprise, her eyes fluttering as she turned back toward the patiently waiting
wolf, her hands flexing in the cool ones that held her.

"...I've passed."

She nodded, "You always said that an Addams would die of a broken heart, if they ever lost
their loves," Enid smiled and nudged their foreheads together, "I've been walking with you
ever since the accident, you just couldn't feel me."

Wednesday swallowed heavily, her eyes still brimming with tears, "I have never known such
agony," she whispered, shuffling closer to Enid, "I have never known grief to be so jagged, as
it was to see you in such a way. To... to lose you. I cannot express the pain."

"I'm sorry," Enid kissed the dark hair, "But you don't have to cry anymore, Wens, I'm here,
and we're going to be together from now on. Aunt Calpurnia can't wait to show you around
the afterlife, actually, she's excited to see you. Ready to go?"

She nodded, her chest flustering when their hands twined together, her dark eyes staring
down at the surprising touch, "I did not know spirits were able to touch in such a way."

Enid smiled and brought their hands to her lips, brushing a kiss to each of Wednesday's
knuckles, "I was surprised, too," she mumbled softly, before tucking her forefinger in the
collar of Wednesday's dress and pulling her in for a soft kiss.
Wednesday melted into it, hardly bothered by the coldness of her touch, her fingers crawling
across the front of Enid's sweater as she openly wept against the smiling lips. She sniffled
when Enid pulled away, squeezing their hands before collapsing against Enid's chest, her
nose nudging the cowlneck of her wife's sweater.

"I love you, Enid, with all that I am. I have missed you."

"And I love you, Wednesday, so much. We did always say we'd be together forever, and now
we actually will be."

The wolf offered a blinding smile as she tugged them apart, kissing Wednesday's freckles
before they started off across the cemetery, the scenery easily bleeding away from them as
they crossed through the shroud between worlds. Wednesday didn't care for her surroundings,
her eyes glued to the sight of Enid walking beside her, the wolf busy prattling on about
everything she'd learned so far of the afterlife, the seer feeling even more enamored with her
wife, now that they were back together. Her chest fluttered despite the absence of a heartbeat,
her entire being practically humming like a livewire when Enid smiled at her again, her grip
strengthening on her wife before she tugged them to a stop, and reached up for another,
purposeful kiss.

It didn't matter that her lips were cold instead of warm, Wednesday curling her arms around
Enid's shoulders as she poured all of her love into the ardent touch, pressing in close to her
beloved wolf. Their lips parted, Wednesday's cheeks tingling with the ghost of a blush as she
studied the sparkling eyes, every touch of sorrow leaving her as she feathered her fingers
through the soft hair and thankfully kissed her again.

Wednesday was grateful, then, for the Addams curse, the heartbreak worthwhile now that she
had her wife back in her arms, kissing her, hugging her, holding her. She could do eternity
now, as long as she had Enid to walk along beside her.

Nothing less would do.

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