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❝ you talk about her like she put the stars in the sky. ❞
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THE WAY ENOLA GRIEVED WAS NOT LOUD. It is not a cry in the dark, a wail to those who love her, a breakdown made of tears and apologies. Instead, her grief is what she likes to call a silent killer. It suffocates her in the night, like poison in her lungs every time she draws breath. She felt it wrap its cold, dirty hands wrap around her barely beating heart, squeezing it until it is about to burst and yet it does not speak. Her grief is silent, so others think it does not exist. They look at the unbreakable mask she wore on her face without hearing her screams and pleas for help and assume she is okay. They often wondered whether she loved the deceased at all. They refuse to understand the truth of the way she grieved. Perhaps it is her own fault for being so guarded. No one can see you are hurting if you don't let them.
Even at this exact moment she grieved. Though Bonnie and Elena would never know. For they were too busy preparing for dinner to notice the way her hands would shake as she lifted her mother's fine china into her hands or the way her mind seemed to be drifting to a land far away from here. From these disastrous dinner plans made last minute. According to Elena, Bonnie didn't like Stefan. Her bestie and her boyfriend feuding did not bode well with her. So she decided that hosting a friendly dinner was the quickest way to get them to put aside this seemingly one sided beef. Enola was simply just there for the food and drama. She set the table and took a seat as she tuned into the conversation at hand while she ate out of the bag of chips Elena had left open on the table. She left the rest to them. Not that they noticed, being so engrossed in conversation.
"You explain it," Bonnie said. "Last night, I'm watching Nine-O, a commercial break came on and I'm like; I bet it's that phone commercial and sure enough, it's the guy and the girl with the bench, he flies to Paris and he flies back, they take a picture."
"Oh, come on." Elena rolled her eyes. "That commercial is on a constant loop."
"Fine. Well, how about this?" Bonnie changed the subject. "Today I'm obsessed with numbers. Three numbers. I keep seeing eight, fourteen, and twenty two. How weird is that?"
"Weird," Enola agreed, shoving a handful of chips into her mouth
"Thank you!" Bonnie all but shouted, pointing to Enola with a relieved face.
"Maybe we should play the lottery," Elena teased, earning an eye roll in return.
