enid sinclair¹¹

Enid Sinclair had always been a cheerful, affectionate, and vibrant girl. Since arriving in Nevermore, she had become his favorite person. They spent their afternoons together, shared secrets, and sought each other out with their eyes even when surrounded by people.

But lately something had changed.

Enid kept smiling, kept talking to everyone, and kept posting photos as if nothing was wrong. However, when she was alone with him, she didn't know what to say anymore. After so many promises and shared moments, they now seemed like strangers.

"Do you know what the worst part is?" Enid asked, finding him sitting on the steps of Nevermore.

-That?

—I still get emotional when I see you arrive… although I don't know if you feel the same way anymore.

She lowered her gaze. They had both made mistakes, held back words they needed to say, and pretended to be okay when all they wanted was to go back to how things were before.

—I miss you, Enid.

The she-wolf's smile faded. Her blue eyes began to fill with tears.

"Well, I miss you even when you're right in front of me!" she replied, her voice trembling.

For the first time, Enid didn't try to hide what she felt behind a smile.

"I don't want us to talk to each other like strangers again. Not after everything you meant to me."

Silence enveloped them. Enid extended her hand, unsure if he would take it.

—I'm not asking for everything to be perfect… I just want to know if there's still something left of us.

And as their fingers brushed against each other's, they both understood that sometimes the most painful thing was not losing someone, but having them so close and feeling that you no longer knew how to reach their heart.