Cracks in the Moonlight
No one’s Point of View
After Enid had confessed to Wednesday. The light in their dorm never agreed on what it wanted to be.
Enids half glowed with fairy lights and pastel chaos.
Wednesdays side set in perfect darkness her single lamp tilted like a watchful eye.
The line between them was invisible, but felt carved in stone.
Enid laid on her stomach scrolling without seeing the screen.
Every laugh that came out, her mouth seemed forced like a recording. across the room.
Wednesday wrote in her journal, pens, scratching steady and merciless.
“are you going to keep pretending this isn’t weird?” Enid asked
Wednesday didn’t look up “pretending implies care. I simply prefer silence”
The words hit like a sleet Enid smiled anyway, because that was easier.
“Right.silence your favorite conversation partner.”
Outside wind scrape the window playing.
It sounded like the night Enid had told Wednesday she liked her not in a safe, friendly way.
The silence that followed have been longer than any winter.
Now the same silence filled room again only heavier.
Enid stood up, tugging her blanket tighter around her shoulders.
“I’ll be in the common room” she said
Wednesdays pen never paused, but her eyes flicked up for half a second.
Just enough for Enid to see something that looked suspiciously like regret.
Once the door click to shut.
Wednesday stared at the half empty room.
Her hand hovered the above the page.
Then she wrote one short line before she could stop herself.
Regret is an inefficient but invetible.
Wednesday, thought the room felt uneven without Enids light.
Her eyes drifted to the photos on the wall. She hated that they still hung there.
What she hated even more is that she wished she had taken it down.
Down the hall, think laughter echoed from the common room
Too bright to forced Wednesday listened until it faded.
Then set her pen aside and stared into the dark
Wondering when the silence Had start to feel so loud
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