Recalling that scene, the corners of Enid's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
"He didn't care at all about werewolf rules or bloodline status. He told me not to care about those idiots' opinions... He even gave me that silly, bright pink Unicorn Pillow."
Her voice was full of sincere gratitude and deep affection:
"He told me not to be afraid of loneliness... that he would always be with me. Perhaps... it was from that moment that I fell hopelessly in love with this madman."
After she finished speaking, she buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she had set down a long-held burden and exposed her deepest secrets and vulnerabilities.
Wednesday listened quietly, expressionless. Her dark pupils were like two ancient wells, reflecting every trace of sweet color on Enid's face, yet showing no ripples.
It wasn't until Enid paused slightly to catch her breath due to her shyness and excitement that Wednesday spoke again.
Her voice remained steady, as calm as if she were reading an autopsy report.
"Based on your description—"
She said, her gaze falling on a point in the void, as if retrieving data from her brain for analysis and comparison.
"And the clinical symptoms I have recently developed, such as abnormally elevated body temperature, irregular heart rate acceleration, inability to concentrate, and persistent meaningless staring behavior..."
She paused for a second, then shifted her gaze back to Enid's face. Her tone had no fluctuations, yet she dropped a bombshell:
"I have most likely been diagnosed. It seems I have fallen in love with Victor Black."
The air froze instantly.
The sweet smile on Enid's face froze, as if flash-frozen.
She suddenly stood up from the bedside, her eyes widening in disbelief, quickly clouding over with a layer of mist.
"What?!"
Her voice suddenly rose, breaking with a sharp crack, sounding exceptionally piercing in the silent night.
"You... what did you say?! How could you... how could you do this?!"
Tears welled up without warning, rolling down in large droplets:
"You clearly... you were clearly always so mean to him! Scolding him! Hitting him! Never giving him a good face! And now you just say so lightly that... you've fallen in love?! What right do you have?! Why?!"
Grievance and anger flooded her like a tide, her voice so choked she could hardly continue:
"I was the one who showed him all my secrets and weaknesses first! I was the one who fell in love with him first! What right do you have... to just... so easily..."
She broke down in tears, her subsequent words shattering into sobs.
Wednesday just watched her silently, watching her trembling shoulders, her red-rimmed eyes, and that undisguised, naked heartbreak.
She didn't argue, nor did she explain.
Her pale face remained expressionless, but in those always icy eyes, a faint, complex emotion that even she couldn't understand seemed to flicker.
There was perhaps confusion, and... a trace of something imperceptible... similar to pain?
Enid panted, wiping the tears from her face forcefully, her gaze falling on Wednesday's unperturbed face.
Suddenly, some intense emotion was like a punctured balloon, rapidly deflating.
She looked at the Gothic girl before her, who was also troubled by love yet wrapped herself tightly in an icy shell, and an absurd, bitter sense of understanding quietly grew.
She sniffled, her voice lowering, carrying a heavy nasal sound and a hint of helpless acceptance:
"True. That madman... when he smiles he's heartless, when he acts up he's lawless, yet... he can always easily walk right into someone's heart, right? There's no stopping him."
Silence fell over the dorm again, with only the sound of Victor's sleeping breaths.
A few seconds later, Enid took a deep breath, looked up again, and faced Wednesday.
In those eyes still flushed with red, grievance and anger were gradually replaced by a determined stubbornness, carrying the unique resilience of the wolf pack.
"Fine."
She spoke, her voice still a bit raspy but exceptionally clear.
"Wednesday Addams, I officially declare war on you."
She even managed a tearful yet exceptionally firm smile:
"I like Victor. I like him very, very much. So... I will never give up on him."
She took a step forward, her tone emphatic, carrying an unquestionable warning:
"But! You are not allowed to use those Gothic little tricks! No poisoning! No hypnosis! No letting Thing swap love letters or sabotage anything! We compete fairly! Do you hear me!"
Wednesday listened quietly to her declaration. Her pale face still showed no expression, but the corner of her mouth seemed to move ever so slightly, like an incomplete smile.
"Very well," she responded flatly, "I accept your challenge."
She paused, her dark eyes sweeping over Enid, and added a typically Wednesday-esque comment:
"Though based on existing data analysis, your chances of winning are infinitely close to zero. Furthermore, the definition of 'fair' is open to debate—you are clearly more adept at utilizing conventional tactics like smiles and baking cookies."
This was probably the closest she could get to giving recognition and respect.
The two looked at each other, a strange tension permeating the air. The smell of competition's gunpowder quietly spread, yet it was curiously mixed with an indescribable, subtle understanding born from sharing the same heavy emotion.
A brand new, destined-to-be-extraordinary competition quietly pulled back its curtain on this night.
And the culprit who had caused all this, Victor Black, was deep in dreamland, smacking his lips unknowingly and mumbling indistinctly:
"Chocolate... hehe..."
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