Hope

“Enid.”Her name was spoken with an eerie calm, but the storm raging in Wednesday’s dark eyes betrayed her. The Addams girl stood frozen for only a moment, gaze flickering from the blade to Enid’s shaking form. Then, before Enid could react, Wednesday was at her side, cold fingers wrapping around her wrist, prying the blade from her grasp.“Let go,” Enid mumbled weakly, tears blurring her vision.“No.” The word was final, resolute. Wednesday’s grip was unrelenting as she tossed the blade across the room, the clatter of metal against wood echoing in the silence.“What were you thinking?” Her voice was quiet, but there was something raw beneath the surface—something desperate.“I… I don’t know,” Enid whispered, her voice breaking. She tried to pull away, but Wednesday wouldn’t let her. “It hurts, Wednesday. It never stops hurting.”