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━━━━━━━━ ❛Diary!❜

❛She's a tempest in disguise.❜

A chaotic breeze that tore through the calm of my world without even noticing me. What type of powerful black magic is that? She never glanced at me, yet still threw a hurricane over me.

She wanders with a stupid smile, stirring a storm within me. Never acknowledging the black magic she cast!

The storm's intensity increases when I catch her ugly eyes shining like emeralds, all bright and full of the ingredients needed to intensify a storm. Her bea— ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶y. Her! Beauty! Seems ethereal, so much that even the rain might hold an umbrella at the mere thought of disturbing her.

I just move with the heavy weight upon my heart that she cast, which shifts and seems to come out of me whenever she throws a dumb smile. It moves, and it'll melt.

She has horribly changed my landscape with thundering and lightning, with all her chaos and not-so-mere existence. The river of my heart throws huge waves in the storm she created, and crashes—all because of her.

She is a storm, wild and uncontrollable. I remain caught in the eye of it, ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶e̶n̶t ̶i̶n ̶m̶y ̶c̶a̶p̶t̶i̶v̶i̶t̶y, ̶e̶v̶e̶n ̶a̶s ̶t̶h̶e ̶w̶o̶r̶l̶d ̶c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶s ̶a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d ̶m̶e.

She is the storm that halts my breath, a tempest that crashes upon me, like a fierce wind that refuses to let go, a force of nature that binds my heart. The unseen river flows with such fervor, rising with emotions I can hardly contain. In the depths of my longing, I am lost, drowning in the storm of her presence.

My world shifts, endlessly transformed, as the tempest of her essence intertwines with mine.

The world shifts, altered for a bit, as she invades every corner of my mind and thoughts, a storm brewing within the depths of my soul, her name whispered in shadows, a haunting refrain.

She’ll never know the magic she has, nor how tightly she has bound me. Which is good. It's better this way.

My freedom lies in her being oblivion.

I shall only be the one and only witness of her ̶b̶l̶a̶c̶k ̶m̶a̶g̶i̶c  magical smile which captivated me. It will stay as a secret forever; no one, not even her, shall know how well she captivated Wednesday with her chaotic breeze. A secret forever, as the storm brews in calm.

With her, things are curses cast by well-practiced black magic! ̶O̶r ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e ̶a ̶b̶l̶e̶s̶s̶i̶n̶g ̶i̶n ̶d̶i̶s̶g̶u̶i̶s̶e. She is a seeming anchor; truly, she is my shipwrecker amidst the storm.

So I shall keep this tempest a secret, at the last page of the diary, which is not torn apart. It is a whisper whispered to the forbidden night. As I pen this, I wonder what if there's something dark in her storm.

I, Wednesday Addams, have been a well-known companion to chaos; the closest companion it holds. The magic of her existence shall never be acknowledged; it will always resonate in the shadows of my heart.

For now I remain ensnared in this relentless storm, and maybe forever caught in her whirlwind, and perhaps, that is where I belong.

“In the silence of my soul, I keep the storm hidden—its winds untamed, its magic never spoken. Some spells are best left to haunt the heart in secret, where their power grows stronger in the dark. She was a storm I never meant to encounter, and now, I cannot escape.”

❛Farewell. Diary. Secrets remain.❜