Enid and Ajax's first anniversary is close so he wants to write Enid a perfect love letter but he isn't good with words so he asks the only writer he knows - Wednesday.
Wednesday is not amused but after some discussion with Thing and the line "it's for Enid! Come on" she was convinced.
So Wednesday wrote a love letter, a perfect dark twisted Wednesday style letter with complicated words and beautiful metaphors.
Thing is like "girl, nobody will believe that Ajax wrote this, you have to write like he would."
Now Wednesday is totally invested in the challenge. Not like writing down her own secret feelings for Enids ignite something... Nooooo She asks Ajax for homeworks from him so she can analyze his writing style and language. She wrotes down pages of translations of words she uses into simpler terms.
She writes a couple of versions on her typewriter but makes handwritten corrections and notes. Until she wrotes the perfect love letter in Ajax style.
Enids loves the letter, she is really happy.. but Wednesday feels a wave of jealousy hitting her.
Nobody beside Ajax, Wednesday and Thing knows the truth about the letter.... or???? ... tHe sTaLkEr knows it too!
And in order to jeopardize Wednesdays life they make sure Enid finds the notes and the original letter.
Enid is devastated by the truth and the betrayal of her boyfriend, her roommate/best friend and best hand
On the same time she is really hurt about the fact that Wednesday can write such a love letter (the first one in Wednesday style) without actually meaning it.
It needs some times to untangle all the chaos feelings but in the end Enids realize that she is hurting so much because she wished that Wednesday would mean the letter she wrote...
Wednesdays lifeless heart is chattered by the argument with Enid and she wants nothing more than revenge on the stalker for hurting Enid and herself.
Totally possessed by the thought of revenge Wednesday cause only more chaos and hurt. Until there is really no way back than confrontation with her feelings and the letter she wrote.
"Thing I'm not in love, stop saying that or I will break your thumb!"
Maybe some father daughter talk.
And finally Wednesday can face reality and write a new love letter truly coming from herself.
I was an author but you made me a poet. You are my stone in a mirror, once you throw it. I was the darkest black accursed to swallow every illumination. Supposed to reach alone at my final destination. My abyss deeper than the ocean. I never felt for someone something like devotion. My heart relentless violent. Until you... you made me violett. A peaceful purple shattered my night to night circle.
Please Enid, hug me until I smell like you.
