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❝ grief is the price we pay for love. ❞
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THEY WERE JUST KIDS. Just kids. They made tongue tied wishes on loaded stars and believed that what was unspoken must come true. They snuck into hotel lobbies just to take the elevator to the roof and watch the silver line waver between the sky and the city that they would inherit one day. The roof of their mouths were burned from the hot chocolate they were too impatient to let cool down and their hands felt clammy in the other's. They wore too much mascara and didn't do enough with their hair. But that didn't matter to them. They had faith that there would be enough time to make up for it. Because how could they know the full extent of what reality could take from them? How could they know just how doomed they truly were?
"This is useless," Jeremy huffed. "All these grimoires—there has to be something to keep you guys alive."
"We have looked everywhere," Enola sighed. "If there was something, we would have found it by now."
They were just kids. Just kids. And now they were digging through a witches spellbook to find something that would prevent someone they cared about from getting sacrificed at the altar. But it may just be too late. Klaus had taken Elena away and they had to potentially save her life was an elixir that had been around for five hundred years. They needed something more secure. Especially considering the elixir would no longer make a difference for Enola with vampire blood in her system. And while she was not the one being sacrificed, they still didn't quite understand what it meant to share a soul. Did that mean she would die if Elena did? Did that mean she would come back as a vampire? They didn't know. They didn't know and that horrified them.
"Then we keep looking. Until the last minute." Bonnie persisted. "Which one are you reading?"
"Emily Bennett's," Jeremy answered, sparing Enola a quick glance. "There's a section on spells she did for our ancestor Johnathan Gilbert."
"I think she had a thing for him," Bonnie smiled softly, earning heart eyes from Jeremy.
"I thought that we all agreed that there would be no flirting in my presence," Enola grimaced.
"Don't sound too bitter," Jeremy laughed with a teasing smirk.
"She is in the middle of a fight with the love of her life," Bonnie pointed out. "Her behavior is totally understandable."
"I didn't know you and Caroline were fighting," Jeremy frowned.
"They're always fighting," Bonnie informed. "But it never matters because they usually make up the next day."
