Wenclair

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Enid's POV:

Wednesday's knuckles turn white from how tightly she is holding my hand. My hand is in pain, but she is also in incredible pain. She always told me that Eugene was like a brother to her.

The first real friend she made. After me, of course. The poor boy was too young to pass.

My eyes are on his face as me and Wednesday stand by the casket. I look at his curly, dark hair. His hair was always so fluffy and soft. He's adorable.

But now, as I stare at the dead boy, it all goes away. I just have a mixture of rage and sadness. Maybe not even rage, that's more Wednesday.

I'm just upset that he's gone. Poor boy didn't even have a chance to get a girlfriend yet. I'm gonna miss Bee Boy.

As much as I hate bees, they will always remind me of him. Now that I'm thinking this, my eyes are glued onto a bee that buzzes from flower to flower as me and Wednesday walk away.

She takes me away to a cherry blossom tree, still in distance of everyone else. There's a bench here so we sit on it. I feel like I'm going to get splinters in my ass.

I chuckle at that thought but stop quickly as I notice Wens glaring at me. As I stop to stare into her eyes, I notice they're glossy. I can't imagine how she's feeling about this. I use my arms to pull her body close to me into a hug.

Wednesday's POV:

I dig my head into my girlfriend's shoulder. A few tears fall before I just let them out. I'm in pain. Mentally.

I never thought I'd feel so sad after a death. Eugene was the first one I could call my friend. He always reminded me of Pugsley. It's hard to accept he's gone.

How long will I be grieving for? I have no idea. I never actually cared for anyone who died. Fuck tumors.

Why couldn't they treat him in time? Maybe it was too late. I don't know, I wasn't given details. Only that he died from a tumor.

I melt into Enid's arms as more tears fall. Control yourself. Please. I can't seem this weak at all.

"It's okay, Wednesday. Pull yourself together, we gotta go. They're burying it." I hear Enid whisper into my ear.

I nod my head before slowly pulling away, wiping the tears, and taking a couple of deep breaths. Enid dries the rest of the tears that fall as I breathe.

After a few moments, I stand up to my feet. The wolf's arm is draped across my shoulders as we walk. We follow behind the crowd of people as I double-check and wipe my face again.

I need to put my best face on. And by best face, I mean a cold-hearted glare. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoko with her parents.

My parents are somewhere in this crowd. I see her head turn slightly towards us before stepping forward. As Yoko approaches us, she rests her hand on my free shoulder in the middle of me and Enid.

"You okay, Wens?" She asks. I clench my fist. I want to snap her neck.

"Yes, Dracula," I grunt. I hear a small chuckle before I know she leaves from behind me.

She's on Enid's side. Men walk in front of everyone, carrying the casket. I watch as they carefully slide it into the hole they dug.

God, can they hurry this up already? I don't want to be here. Oh, that's new. Me wanting to leave a funeral early. That's okay. Cause once the dirt hits the coffin, I'm leaving.

I move my foot back, ready to walk away. I watch as they raise the shovel and pour the dirt in. I'm already far away now. I don't look back.

I don't want to. I don't want anyone to chase after me. I need time alone to myself.

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It's been about a couple of days since Eugene's funeral. I've been doing better. I have Enid here to help me.

I'm riding in the car to go visit Eugene's grave. I told Enid to stay behind because I wanted to go alone.

I'm doing that every Sunday of every week. I'm going to miss him. I never thought I'd say that about someone other than Enid. Eugene's more than just a friend. He's so much more than that. I will never admit to it, though.

Of course, I won't. Wednesday? Admitting to things? Foolish.

The graveyard comes closer and closer into my sight. There are a few people around, not many though. None near Eugene's grave.

I sigh with relief before opening the car door as we park. I step out, nodding at Lurch before closing the door and walking away from the car. I look down at my hand at the flowers that I hold.

They're mostly black, some white and yellow. All colors of the bees. I trot through the grass. The grass is very green today. Am I really interested in grass?

I smack my hand against my forehead as I shake my head. Stupid Wens.

I look for his gravestone. It's shaped like a bee. It's cute, to be honest. It's all gray, though, a little black here and there, too.

I walk down the row that it was supposed to be at. I don't see it. Where the heck is it? Am I in the wrong row?

I'm about to turn back until something catches my eye. I gasp, running over to the gravestone that is completely destroyed. I fall to my knees, my fingers gliding along the broken stone.

Who did this? I feel tears come up to my eyes. "What the fuck?" I curse out loud.

I slam my fists into the ground, quietly sobbing as I lean over. Who would do such a thing? I continue to sob. The tears race down my cheeks as my hands try to wipe them away. But they keep coming out and they're fast.

Through my tears, I noticed something I didn't notice before. I sniffle, wiping my face again, slowing down my sobs. My shaking hand slowly reaches over, grabbing the object with my fingertips.

It's a piece of paper. I sit up, unfolding the small paper. I observe the handwriting, my eyes widen as I read.

Aww, look what has happened to the school's bee fucker. Such a tragic death for a young boy like him. I will still get my revenge on those two little fucks and their fucking sidekick, so don't you worry.

XOXO, Anonymous

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