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❝ you said we didn't need a condom. ❞
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THERE ONCE WAS A GIRL WHO WAS SCARED OF LIFE ITSELF. Her name was Enola Gilbert. She had a nasty habit of running away from the things she wanted most. But she should have known that there was no escaping Mystic Falls. For it was the epicenter of life. The town was so loud that she could not hear her own thoughts. And for some time, it felt good. Great, even. Until one day, when the whole world went silent and she was forced to see that she was just hiding away in a castle made of nothing but air. What made it worse was that she was locked up by her own restrained dreams. That was when she realized that the fear will never go away. So she stopped waiting for some kind of prince to save her and left her safety net behind once and for all.
Enola Gilbert became Enola Sommers. A girl who was both strong and soft. A girl who had once been known for her mousy brown hair with pink accents became a woman with chestnut brown hair that fell down her back in loose curls. She was not the same girl she once was. She had evolved into something far more greater in the two months she had been away from the dreadful town of Mystic falls. But there was still a lump in her throat the size of a cherry pit and she hasn't been able to swallow it since she was sixteen.
Enola remembered childhood like a play. Her only role was to always stand in the back. Nobody put her there. She just ended up existing behind all the lights and loudness. There was a heaviness to be good. To hold her breath because she would knock the house down if she wasn't careful. The ice was thin and she was terrified of breaking it. Like that time a bird flew into their kitchen window when she was ten and split open its stomach. She asked if they could nurse it back to health and her mother told her that love was going to be the thing that killed her. Her mother was right of course. She would hold onto love until her arms were torn from her chest and then she wouldn't reach for it again until years later.
"Third time in here this week,"
Enola Sommers and Hayley Marshall made the trip down to New Orleans. They rented an apartment just outside the quarter. Sometimes they would wander into the city for a nice warm meal to start their day. Enola started school next month while Hayley was still searching for family in the area. They needed all the calories they could get right now. Especially Enola who seemed to be throwing everything up lately.
"I'm obsessed with the gumbo, Jane-Anne." Enola told the bartender.
"The old ladies in the ninth ward say my sister, Sophie, bleeds a piece of her soul into every dish." Jane-Anne informed proudly.
