The Tortured Poets Department: The Wenclair Collection, Season 4 [Explicit]

70. i can fix her (no, really i can)

A/N: SOFT WIVES MyNameIsAri97

Wednesday's POV

As I sat at my desk to continue working on my second novel, I could not help but have certain thoughts run through my head, which would usually border on delightfully morbid and morose, however that was no longer the case, as a certain colorful werewolf lovingly plagued my thoughts daily. I often find myself smiling to myself whenever I tend to mundane tasks around the house because I am thinking of how Enid would lighten the chorework with her adorably awful dance moves and how it would make me giggle, something I never would do before. I have mentioned multiple times how much Enid has changed my outlook on life and love, and I am forever grateful to her for entering my cold life. 

Which was why I was thinking of doing something that truly tortured my soul, but I would do it for Enid: I would write her a song detailing my love and affection for her, and I would sing it to her with as much emotion I could muster. I have never sang to anyone, not even myself, and this would be... a challenge. But Enid was more than worth it. I do not know what it is about her that I find myself giggling and blushing, but by the Goddesses, she manages to melt me every single time, and I have gracefully accepted it each time.

I racked my brain with finding the proper words to string together in this song I would brave myself to sing to Enid. I was fortunate enough to be in the house by myself today as Enid went out to spend some time with Bianca and Yoko and would not be back until late in the evening. I would be lying to myself if I said I was not nervous to embark in such an endeavor, but I wanted to do something that was outside of our usual romantic escapades, especially during our trip to Paris. The more I stepped outside of my comfort zone, the more I learned to appreciate the complexities and the beauties of life, and I wanted to encapsulate all of that love - my love, for Enid in a heartfelt song, while also putting my own flair in the lyrics. This would truly be a difficult task for me... and I write for a living. 

"Come now, Wednesday. You are a seasoned novelist, surely you can do something as simple as write a song for your beloved. But what if I fail and Enid dislikes it? I have never sung before, but you cannot let that stop you..."

I had an internal argument within my head before putting myself to work, not allowing myself to stop until I had the perfect song in mind for Enid. 

She was worth it.

***

Hours had seemingly passed until I finally finished and wrote a song I hoped Enid would enjoy. I must not have realized I fell asleep because I was suddenly awoken by the sound of Enid walking in.

"Oops, sorry, Wends I didn't know you were asleep! Wait... did you fall asleep at your desk again? I thought you said you would stop doing that."

I shook myself out of my sleepy stupor and tried to focus on what Enid was saying to me.

"Ah, mi amor, I... I had forgotten myself again, but you know how the life of a writer is sometimes..."

Enid smiled her gorgeous smile at me, and I once again melted from her attack on my heart.

"It's okay, Wends. I forgive you, just promise me you won't make this a habit. You know how much I worry about you when you don't get enough sleep, yeah?"