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❝ if you want to express your feelings, hire a therapist. ❞
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ALL WAS RIGHT IN THE WORLD. Stefan was back on animal blood. Damon was no longer a homicidal asshole. Elena was the same naive girl who saw the best in everyone. And Enola was finally able to revel in her big win as Miss Mystic, which is how she found herself preparing for the Founder's Day Parade in the cafeteria with the rest of her peers. Until Alaric Saltzman had to drag her away to spill the god awful news.
Enola wore an unreadable expression. Not a word had fallen from her lips at the horrid news. She had absolutely nothing to say. That was a fact. But it was the wrong fact. She actually had plenty to say. But none of it was particularly good. The words that threatened to spill from her lips were mostly insults for the woman who claimed to be her mother. It all was enough to make her head ache. It only got worse when the door to the classroom opened to reveal the person they had been waiting for.
"Damon," Alaric acknowledged as the vampire made his way into the classroom. "Thanks for coming."
"Sorry I'm late," Damon hummed. "The dog ate my—what is with all of the furrowed brows?"
"I saw Isobel last night," Alaric explained curtly.
"Isobel is here? In town?" Damon gaped, his eyes immediately moving to Enola out of instinct. "You okay?"
"Never better," Enola shrugged. "It's her you should be concerned about."
"I—I'm fine," Elena reassured.
"Then why are you currently cutting off the circulation in my hand?" Enola shot back, glancing down at the hand her sister tightly squeezed.
"Sorry," Elena quietly whispered.
"Did you ask about Uncle John? Are they working together?" Damon inquired.
"No," Alaric answered.
"No, they're not?" Damon pushed.
"No, I didn't ask." Alaric corrected.
"What about the invention?" Damon continued as he began to anxiously pace the room.
"Didn't ask." Alaric sighed.
"Does she know about the tomb of vampires?" Damon questioned.
"I don't know." Alaric shrugged.
"Did words completely escape you?" Damon scoffed in exasperation.
"No, I was a little too distracted by my dead vampire wife to ask any questions." Alaric snapped.
