𝓐𝓼𝔂𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 {A Ena x Reader Fanfiction}

Chapter 5

A/N: I took some inspiration from the image above for Ena's room/house. I thought I could use it for the story. Artist: @/yarshmellow on Instagram.

"Y/N, Thank you." Ena smiled at me.

I observed my surroundings, except there were none. I was in a white void with Ena standing about 6 feet away from me. I looked down at my hands, making sure I was real.

I looked back up at Ena and observed her. She looked as if she was made of glass, something that should only be handled with care. She seemed fragile yet so beautiful and all I wanted was to hold her in my arms.

My eyes narrowed, stepping closer to Ena eventually hold her hand and use the other to caress her cheek. She leaned into the touch, her yellow hand laying on top of mine.

My heart fluttered. What was I doing? This wasn't a part of the job, was it? Surely this isn't supposed to happen to me. I have to stop.

But I can't.

Ena was as beautiful as a goddess, and compared to every single being I've ever come across, none are as attracting and divine as she is. I've never seen anything like her. A being made up of emotion with such a split design and complex personality. I didn't want to just help her, I wanted to hold her, be with her, be around her. I wanted her.

"Ena, you're divine."

"Oh Y/N," Ena cooed into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You should wake up."

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I squint as the sun rays fill my bedroom. Another dream, I thought.

I've spent the past week working in this world to help Ena. It's been going well so far, except for the fact that I simply can't stop thinking about her. My stomach fills with butterflies every time I see her and although I've been able to sleep, all my dreams have been about her.

Despite that, I've been doing a good job at helping Ena. It really isn't that difficult. I just have to convince Ena that she isn't stupid when she's in her sad or depressed form. I don't see how her mood swings can be damaging to people around her, though. It only affects her.

Regardless of the mood swings, hanging out with Ena has been exciting. Every day I look forward to seeing her. We don't really do much when we do hang out but I don't mind. I just want to be around Ena.

I can't shake this feeling out of me. This feeling of confusion yet excitement and overwhelming happiness. The most difficult part is not being able to speak to someone about this. I can't talk to Ena about it and I could talk to Moony but she doesn't strike me as the kind of person that would help with these kinds of situations. I doubt she'd want to hear me anyway.

I've got nobody, and that's the hardest part. I was never taught about these emotions. I was never told I would feel them. Now I'm experiencing something new and I don't know what to do. Do I follow this emotion? Do I get rid of it? I don't know. Never have I been so confused and frustrated with myself.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of a red rotary dial telephone on my nightstand that wasn't there before. The cord stretched as I picked up the phone.

"Uh, hello?" I greet.

"Oh, Y/N! I'm glad you picked up!" I immediately recognized Ena's voice. I smiled. "It took me ages to find your number."

"My number? I have a number?" I ask.

"Of course you do, silly! I had to look through the phone book to find it."

Interesting, I guess. I shouldn't expect things to be logical.

"Anyways, I had recently come to the realization that I haven't invited you to my home yet and I'd like you to come over." Ena requested.