Woe or not to woe
Rewrites of stuff I've written.
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“Hi,” Enid greeted, before remembering to step aside and let Wednesday in.
Wednesday’s midnight-dark eyes seemed to trace her face with a special kind of attention only reserved for her, briefly narrowing, before she took a step over the threshold. Enid opened her mouth, however, before she got to ask Wednesday how her day had been, Wednesday’s hands found her waist, drawing her in, and then she surprised both of them when Wednesday leaned in and kissed Enid.
And not like they kissed usually, during sex. No, this was neither desperate, nor heated. Just like—Hello. Like Wednesday was her girlfriend, seeing Enid for the first time in a week. Almost like this was something normal, people with no-strings arrangements did.
(Enid’s entire thought process crumbled before her eyes, her brain short-circuited and her heart did this weird jump that Enid personally hadn’t known it could.)
OR:
Enid fails three math tests in a row. Weems arranges her a tutor.