Born To Be Wild~Enola Holmes [ON BREAK]

10." Countless reasons."

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"I thought she meant for us to find her, but i'm not sure she did now." Enola started, looking at the boy. She stood up to where she was leaning against the wall. 

"So we left her a message, and we're hoping we can get a reply." Emilia said, grabbing the newspaper out of his hand and placing it on the pillow.

"We keep the newspapers to check." Enola said, while Emilia collected the papers, trying to lessen the mess. She turned around before they all came flailing out of her hands. Both Emilia and Tewkesbury leaned down at the same time, while Emilia clenched her eyes in frustration, whispering her 'sorrys'. 

Enola bent down to help collect all the newspapers, "I got it, don't worry." She stated. The boy looked at Emilia and Enola in pity, glancing between the newspapers and the girls.

"Don't look at me like that. Look, We don't need your pity." Emilia's mood changed as she stiffened, her words coming out harsh as she flinched at her own voice. 

Enola stayed silent, agreeing with Emilia and placed the newspapers on the close counter.

"I'm sorry." Tewkesbury apologized, refusing to make eye contact with the two.

Emilia looked away, feeling guilty. Enola caught the look Tewkesbury sent the two, "If you don't stop looking at us like that, Viscount Irritation, Marquess of Bothersomeshire, I'll murder you myself." 

Emilia was surprised by the sudden outburst, leaning her back onto the bed in frustration, everything had suddenly become so overwhelming as it all started building up.

Tewkesbury layed down, looking at the small beige ceiling, "People don't seem to want us, do they?" He asked, his head turning to meet Emilia's eyes and then moving onto Enola's.

His eye's held fear, fear for the girls, fear for his future, fear for the consequences. Yet, he still held the eye contact with the witty freckled Emilia. Her stomach fluttered with chaos and butterflies as she wished he would stop soon for she would start sobbing from the emotions being held in, she also silently wished he would stay. She let out a sigh as Enola sat down next to them.

"No." Enola muttered, hesitantly. 

"I mean, at least we've got each other." Emilia said, breaking eye contact with the boy. His chest panged in confusion as he sat up rather quickly, causing the freckled girl to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. 

Her thoughts surrounded her head, had she done something wrong?

The three silently looked at each other, while Enola noticed the tension.