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❝ every breath I take is yours. ❞
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ENOLA WAS TIRED OF BEING A PERSON. Not just tired of being the person she was, but any person at all. She liked watching people, but she doesn't like talking to them or dealing with them or pleasing them. She was tired of being a person. But unlike any normal person, she had the misfortune of heightened senses. She could feel things, see things, hear things. Which is how she found herself hanging over the balcony railing to address the street performers directly below as she bounced a wailing child on her hip.
"Hey! It is not jazz fest. Some of us have toddlers that need to sleep." Enola warned with a mean scowl.
The street performers acknowledged Enola for a moment before they continued playing their tunes. She growled in frustration and threw her head back. She was about to head back inside when the burning sensation of eyes on her drew her attention towards the balcony across the street. Her scowl somehow deepened at the sight of Hayley—who had taken up residence in the apartment building across the street with Jackson. They had surprisingly been worse than Klaus about this whole space thing. They had been persistent pests who were determined to get her to accept their apology. She wasn't having it.
Enola retreated back into the room with a heavy sigh. She rocked her daughter back and forth until the crying died down before laying the child down into the crib. Though the music outside did nothing to lull the infant to sleep, it certainly intensified the throbbing in her skull. She was just about to storm out there and give them hell when someone cleared their throat. She paused, slowly turning towards the doorway where her current favorite Mikaelson stood.
"You alright?" Freya hummed.
"Well, Hope was having a really nice nap until that stupid music started." Enola huffed. "How do you guys live with all of this noise?"
"You're just sensitive to it," Freya shrugged, walking further into the room and getting comfortable on the unmade bed. "You spent six months as a wolf in the bayou. You have been back a day. I think it is okay to take a moment to adjust."
"Yeah, and it just so happens that I am half vampire. Everything for me is heightened." Enola reminded. "It's not just the noise. I'm claustrophobic. My skin is crawling. I'm irritable. I'm hungry." She paused to take a deep breath before collapsing onto the bed next to her friend. "I wanted to be with Hope so badly and now that I am, I just feel off."
"I could probably help with that," Freya said.
"Really?" Enola gasped hopefully.
"Yeah, just a few herbs and your anxiety should go down." Freya nodded. "And when you are all better, you can help us deal with that stupid prophecy."
