𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲: 𝗪.𝗔. ✔️

My feelings, like puzzle pieces.

"It's you again."

Muffled meows drew the raven haired girl's eyes away from her typewriter. Her lashes fluttered down for her dark pupil to find your slit ones. chilly moonlight traced your silhouette, complementing the vibrant hue of your eyes.

The girl found her footing on the floor, before bending down to unlock the window that was separating the pair. You jumped into the room seamlessly, settling yourself beside her ankle, rubbing your face onto her affectionately. She watched as you purred pleasantly, your eyes closed with bliss.

"Why must you come back every night? There's nothing enjoyable here." Wednesday muttered, making her way back to the chair. You followed her trails, jumping up onto her lap once she had sat down. You curled up into a ball, warming her cold legs up with your heat.

She eyed you for a moment, before getting back to her novel again. After a while, she rested her right hand onto your fluffy back in an uncertain manner – though her touch was stiff and cold, you hummed in delight. You yawned sleepily, soon losing yourself to a deep slumber.

It had always been like this— with you visiting every midnight, seeing Wednesday at her most vulnerable times. But somehow, she didn't mind it as much.

Maybe because you're a cat.

She shuddered at the thought of you being a human. What an unpleasant thought.

"It's cool that your mother calls you a deathtrap, though. I think it's a pretty nickname– it's what viper's mother calls her, right?" You said, making Wednesday halt in surprise. How did you know about viper?

Her confusion went unnoticed to you, who were busy scrolling through the playlists on your phone, squeezing in the right part of your earphone while offering her the other. "Want to hear some?"

The girl shook her head no, still engrossed in her thoughts.

"How do you know about Viper?" She asked. You shrugged like it's not a big deal.

"I saw some parts of your novel when I was in your room."

But you have never been in my room, she wanted to say.

With her eyebrows pulled together, she gave you a puzzled look, to which you looked back innocently.

It must be a coincidence, a voice rang in her head.

Unfortunately for you, she doesn't believe in coincidences.

Rave'n is one of the most attractive festivals amongst Nevermore's numerous events. packs of students go in and out of the clothes stores at least a week before, trying to find the dress that best fits themselves.

It was an unspoken tradition to keep your dress a secret before showing up in the event. Wednesday didn't put much care into it– but she also spoke nothing of her dress. She thought it wasn't necessary to bring it up– so she never did.

"I really, really hate this year's theme." You whined, frowning as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, twirling around to study the crimson velvet dress, jewelries swaying with the flow of the fabric.

Wednesday looked at you with her eyebrows raised, signaling you to continue.

"It's red! I mean– I'm fine with red, but last year made me a bit uncertain about wearing red dresses at parties." You confessed, huffing. "I can't believe those normies ruined the night of the year!"

"You're exaggerating." The girl pointed out. You sighed, crossing your arms while pouting childishly. "I know– but it still makes me angry!"

The raven haired girl rolled her eyes at your remark, crossing her arms.