Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❝ you don't need to be in a relationship to be happy. ❞
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
ENOLA BEGIN TO INVENT THINGS AFTER A WHILE. It was only human nature to add and subtract from her memories; to recall them the way she felt they should be remembered. After all, her life is a living work of art—shouldn't she be allowed to shape it the way she chooses? She remembered the first time she saw her favorite painting, how its fragile beauty stole her breath like a thief in the night. And she thought if Picasso had painted just one brushstroke less, he could have told an entirely different story.
The realization that if Picasso began with a smear of red instead of blue, it could have just been a chapter rather than an era is what woke Enola early that morning. Well, that and the fact she could hear Jeremy and Vicki going at it like bunnies all night long. She was already having trouble falling asleep thanks to the nightmares. The constant bang of a headboard against the wall only made things worse. The reminder that it was her brother made the thought absolutely repulsing. So she tried to ignore it with some noise canceling headphones. Unfortunately, her sleep only lasted three hours before the nightmares finally came. Deciding there was no point in trying to get anymore sleep, she headed down to the kitchen and put the coffee on. It wasn't long until she was joined by her equally disturbed aunt.
"Jenna, Nola." Elena whispered, entering the kitchen with wide eyes. "Are you two aware of what's going on upstairs?"
"Uh-huh."
"Mm-hmm."
Jenna sat at the kitchen table with her planner out on full display as she had a conversation with Enola about their favorite horror movies seeing as Halloween was right around the corner, which would explain the watercolor painting of Frankenstein laid out in front of Enola. It was obviously her favorite holiday. Though she wouldn't be doing much celebrating this year. Not without her parents.
"And you guys have no objections?" Elena quirked a brow.
"He could be craftier about it," Jenna shrugged.
"And quieter." Enola muttered, shuttering at the memory. "I'm a light sleeper."
"Oh, and just so you two know," Jenna began, looking up with a small smirk. "I won't be home for dinner."
"So you're actually going to do it," Elena grinned. "You're gonna go out with Logan."
"I'm going to show up and torture him, yes." Jenna corrected.
