"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.
"Should I just ignore the dress code and go with black like you did for this year?" You muttered, bringing your thumb to your chin while pondering on the subject. Wednesday widened her eyes, bewildered by how you knew what her dress was. Sure, she only wore black clothings, but you spoke as if you knew what she's bringing– and she couldn't help but be a little suspicious of you.
how did you know?
Wednesday woke up to rough scratches on her cheek. She opened her eyes to find your cat figure very close to her face, licking her softly. Slowly sitting up from her desk, she winced at the sharp pain from her neck.
She must have fallen asleep doing her assignments.
You let out a soft cry at her pained expression, nudging her arms softly. For a brief moment she gave you a glance, before turning to her bed. Her mind was too muddled for her to think correctly, so she decided to give up on her assignment and sleep.
The bed tilted from your weight as you hopped onto the mattress, circling around before finding the right spot. The raven haired girl took a quick glimpse of the clock on her nightstand before drifting off to sleep.
It read, 5:37am.
"All these assignments are driving me crazy!" Enid whined, throwing her arms in the air in despair. "I stayed up till three in the morning! And still couldn't finish it all!"
You patted the blonde's back with sympathy, letting out a tired laugh.
"I barely managed to finish it by five-thirty." You said, "I honestly feel like I'm half dead right now."
"That's crazy." Enid exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes. "And I couldn't even do half."
You chuckled, before glancing at the raven haired girl, who stayed silent throughout the whole conversation.
"Anyways, how are you Wednesday?" You asked, trying to bring her into the conversation.
"My neck is killing me." She replied, earning a knowing look from you.
"I bet it is. Sleeping on your desk is not a great position for your neck." You said in a teasing manner, failing to notice Wednesday's startled look.
"You ended up sleeping on your desk?" Enid gasped, "I told you it would happen— yet you did not listen."
Wednesday, however, did not respond. Her mind was racing with millions of thoughts. How did you know all this stuff?
"You okay?" You said, resting your hand on her shoulder, making her jolt, whipping her head to see you.
"Yes." She said swiftly. You gave her a doubtful look, before nodding understandably.
"Alright." You shrugged, before rambling off to Enid. Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows, eyeing you cautiously.
There were too many mysteries that lingered around you, and she will figure them all out.
"You're a human." Wednesday said firmly.
The cat didn't give any reaction to her statement, only continuing to groom its own furs with its tongue. For a moment, she doubted her own thoughts, but she remembered the gaze you held in your eyes. She knew immediately in that moment that the cat wasn't just a cat– but a human.
"I'm not someone who falls for your trickery." The girl stated, "I know you're a human."
The cat only brought itself closer. Brushing your cheek against her hand, you plopped down on the desk, exposing the fresh scar that was just above your paws. Wednesday squinted her eyes, as if to get a better look.
A scar?
"Not a fan of parties?" You smiled, sitting beside the raven haired girl. Wednesday grunted out in a response, settling her drink on the table.
"I thought you'd be partying all night. What happened to that?" She questioned, earning a laugh from you.
"I was going to, but my ankle is killing me, so I just decided to rest for the rest of the day." You shrugged, bending down, hovering your hand over the bandage wrapped around your ankle.
A wound? Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows, deep in thought.
"Show me." She demanded, "Now."
"Oh– um, okay?" You said, unwrapping your bandage with uncertainty. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of your fresh scars, the very same scar that had been on the cat. puzzle pieces finally came together in her head. Of course it was you, she realized. Why didn't she notice it sooner?
"It's you?" Wednesday asked, "The cat. It was you."
She could see the way you fell into an alarm, your face going pale in horror. You took a step back, then another. Just as you tried to turn away, she clutched onto your wrist, making you gasp from the cold contrast between your skin and hers. Goosebumps were sent all over— she had never touched you like this before.
"It's you." She repeated, waiting for your confirmation. You bit your lips, trying desperately to come up with something, something that will get you out of this situation.
But your brain had turned blank the second you felt her cold fingers around your wrist. You casted your eyes down, sighing in defeat.
"Yes." You admitted, "It's me."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Wednesday asked eagerly for an answer. A beat of silence passed until your voice broke it again.
"I was scared, I guess. I didn't know how you'd react if you knew I was.. you know. I was aware of how much you value your privacy."
The girl frowned.
"You should've told me." She said, an odd feeling stirring up inside her chest.
"I should've! But.. I don't know, I felt like committing crimes and felt like I'm knowing stuff I shouldn't." You confessed, your hand forming a fist as you rambled on.
"I can stop coming to your dorm if you–"
Heavy emotions filled her heart at your remark. Wednesday wasn't sure what it was, but it was unpleasant, and the idea of you not being there beside her every night just felt.. wrong.
"No." She cut you off, "Don't stop your visits."
"Oh." You said, your eyes round in circles as you failed to hide your surprise. "Okay."
Another silence followed. The sound of muffled laughter echoed through the room, the beat of the music sending soft waves on the floor— the sound of the swiftly footsteps, the sound of the students cheering in the background.
Wednesday's eyes traced over your face— your eyes, your nose, your lips. Fragments of the cat's features flashed in her mind, making her realize— you really were the cat all this time. She looked at you in awe, unable to tear her eyes away.
It was a mystery how she felt nothing about this. She should feel uncomfortable, or even a little betrayed by the fact. Yet she felt the contrary— it just felt right.
Your cheeks adorned with red, you fidgeted under her intense gaze.
Maybe it was because it was you, she figured.
Maybe because it's you.
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