There was no time at that moment. All there was was a pained scream. The scream of someone who fell to their knees a sobbed until their body couldn't anymore. Enid's screams, because she was gone. She was gone forever.

There was no feeling after those first few seconds. There was just numbness. She knew there should be, but all that her mind did was blame. Blame herself for not getting there faster. Blame herself for not noticing the cuts and the glances.

And than there was hatred. There was that moment where she crawled forward and took the limp cold hand in hers and wanted to hurt everyone. Hurt everyone who had made her do this.

Her beautiful love. Her beautiful love who had taken her own life by the blade. Enid refused. She gasped for air, grabbing at every place in her mind, her heart seemed to shatter, there was no room for tears, there was no room for air. Wednesday Addams was dead. It had to be her fault. Who else did she hang out with.

The note came later. Days of sitting in her room her back pressed to the wall sobbing. Photos ripped in pices and pure anger around her. The note made it worse. But yet she read it a million times.

Dear Enid, I am sorry. I can not say any more for myself, I write your note first, I hold you dear to my heart, and even though I must leave this world behind, I still love you. I always will. You won't find me in the sky mi amor, look to the stars instead, see me there. I will be the one that shines brightest. If I somehow live, please, throw this away, never read it again. I will see you again. I know I will. Goodbye Enid. I love you.

She ripped the note later too, than tapped it back together. Her heart tore at every mention of the name, even of the day, and finally, she gave in too.

She didn't write a note. She didn't leave a message. She didn't tell anyone. Her life was already gone, so she was leaving. Leaving to rejoin it. At least that's what she told herself, as she pulled the trigger.