Chapter forty seven

Sophia

Time escaped me. Almost a month since I left my family and settled in with Harlow. The sickness came in waves, but I found taking walks helped. I was out longer than intended. Remembering Harlow, I bounced to my feet and rushed back home. It was odd calling her home my home. Digging around the jacket for the key I yanked it out and shoved it in the keyhole. One turn. Second one and the door unlocked. They were nowhere to be seen. Wandering around the house, skimming the surfaces with my fingers, I found the note on the kitchen counter. Harlow and Henry went out for a quick shopping trip. Pulling out my phone from the other pocket it lit up, showing several calls and notifications. I tapped on Harlow and with quick taps of my fingers, I sent through a message.

Swiping out the app I gazed at my wallpaper. Our wedding day. One of the photographs that weren't professionally taken. My hands were in his while we gazed into one another's eyes. I ached for him. I burned for him. Powerless I tapped on his name and held the phone close to my ear, waiting for it to connect and it did.

"Hello?"

I sucked in the air upon hearing his soothing voice. There was silence before he repeated himself, this time disinterested. I wanted to speak so badly. I wanted to tell him I love him, but I couldn't. "Kol..." Was all I managed. He asked again and awaited a response, he was growing impatient, and I could feel his irritation. When he got no response, he cut the line and didn't call back. I looked down at the necklace that hung from my neck, clutching his wedding band tightly. Closing my eyes, I visualised myself slipping the ring onto his finger. Having it around me felt like he was with me, close to my heart. The front door opened, and their cheery voices filled up the passage.

She popped her head round the corner and greeted me. "You're back! How was your walk?"

I gave her a small smile. "It was really good...Ben and Noah are still out there playing football and Dhanika is picking fresh flowers...what did you guys get?" I deterred the subject. I didn't want to speak about how I felt. I felt the same as I did a month ago. The only difference, I got better at concealing it. They both placed down the shopping bags.

"A few bits and bobs for my graduation party!" She replied gleefully. "Since Henry here, decided to expand it and make it an open party, we needed extra supplies." She sorted the shopping, gathering all the supplies and placing them in their right compartments.

"I can't wait for your graduation." I said truthfully. A distraction was needed, and I couldn't think of anything better than to celebrate her happiness with her. I turned to Henry. "Though I'm not really a party kind of person so let's hope it's not crazy!" He chuckled. Every time I glanced his way, I couldn't shake the strange feeling I got in the depths of my stomach. Something about him seemed familiar. Harlow insisted on taking a few pictures for her social media, breaking my train of thought. Reluctant at first, I finally gave in. The three of us posed for the camera and clicked away. A part of me felt guilty because I enjoyed it, I felt a flicker of happiness and it terrified me. The feeling was momentary but enough to plague me with tremendous guilt. Noah and Ben returned, sweaty and covered in mud. "Were the lot of you wrestling or playing football?" I asked with a raised brow.

They shrugged. "Both."

"Is your mum still out there Noah?"

He opened the fridge to take out the carton of juice, paused to answer me, "yes she's still insisting on finding the right ones." He gulped down the last few drops of the juice and dashed the carton in the bin. A scowling Ben retrieved it out the bin and placed it in the recycling. They got busy with arguing and having nothing to add, I slipped out in search of Dhanika.

Clutching a nosegay of flowers so tightly in her hand, she sat by the edge of the cliffs of Moher. She wasn't doing too well, with her magic stolen from her. A huge chunk of her being was lost and without it she felt she was nothing. Plopping down beside her, i waited for her to acknowledge my presence before speaking. It took her some time to open up, but she did eventually as we stared out at the scenery before us. "Legend says that there, under the sea, is a great city that was swallowed up by the sea because of some awful crime. However, the city becomes visible every seven years. It is said that when this happens, that if a person sees it and keeps his vision fixed on it until he reaches it, then the city would be restored, and the person will receive abundant wealth..." the flowers dropped onto her lap.

"I didn't know that. I've never really been up here-never really got the chance."

"I sit here day after day hoping that if I can catch a glimpse of the lost city then-then maybe I'll get my magic back." She opened up her palms and bore into them, expecting something miraculous to take place but it didn't. Swallowing down the bile along with my lump, I looked down at the sea. How freezing must the water be?

"Not all hope is lost Dhanika-"

"Do you remember the very first time I came into my powers?" She was lost in the past, reliving every second.

"Yes. You were very young and came into them quite early on...I remember the very day!" I chuckled lightly to myself. "Gosh, you were so angry at your mum for not letting you sleep next to me, and you snapped—unleashing your own magic. You freaked out so bad and you cried profusely that night, to the point you begged us to take away the monstrosity."

She turned to face me, lips forming a wavering smile. "She said I can't get rid of them, and I'm stuck with them and now that she's taken them from me, I want them back more than anything in this world." The tears slipped down, racing down those apples of hers.

"You know, you can always get it back, because if she took it then she has to have put it somewhere."

She scoffed. "Highly unlikely I'll be able to get it back. Who knows where she put it and she's most likely on guard, keeping it hidden somewhere-she knows I'll never dare come back for it."

Jumping up and dusting my dress, I held out a hand for her. Grasping it, she hauled herself up. "I promise you that I will do everything I can to get you your magic back."

"I don't want you to, not if it means you put yourself in harm."

I shook my head. "I love you Dhanika and I'm so sorry I wasn't there to support you and stand by you, but I'm here now and I won't let you down."

"You've never let me down." Gazing out at the sun now setting, she breathed out. Holding onto her hands, I helped her walk home while we spoke of her childhood and our time apart from one another. Questions over Jameela's actions hounded me. How and when did she fill herself up with hatred? Neither could Dhanika understand. Fishing out my set of keys and readying myself to insert them in, the door opened at a sudden force. Henry stood at the threshold, arms folded and a countenance of rage. I couldn't tell if it was pure rage or was it mixed with care?

"We were worried! Where did you run off to?"

"I went looking for Dhanika-"

"Where?!" He thundered. With narrowed eyes, I stared him in the face, disconcerted by his sudden outburst. He never reacted in such a way.

"Moher-Dhanika was there, and I gave her some company. I'm sorry, I didn't think it was such an issue."

"Do you know how far that is?" His arms fell to his sides, and he shook his head with a scathing look. "Everyone was concerned."

"Henry. Please don't lash out at Sophia, it's my fault for going too further out." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and then walked into the house. Before heading in, I turned back to him and glowered.

"Next time don't you dare speak to me like that. I don't care what your issue is, but you are way out of line!"

His jaw slackened and he stared heavily at the floor. "I'm sorry, I apologise. I should not have done that, but I was worried. Harlow was worried and you were unreachable."

"I understand but you'll do better next time." With that i strode into the house. Supper was ready and our plates were served. It was a light family meal together but for the first time in a while, I enjoyed it. We sat around the rectangular table, toasting, and clinking our glasses. We laughed and shared a few stories. It wasn't quite like how it was with my own family, but I liked it. I stared down at my empty plate and knew if Stefan was here, he would have been extremely proud of me.

Supper came to an end and leaving them to continue with their topic of discussion, I ventured into the kitchen with the dishes that needed cleaning. Setting the plates and cutlery on the side, I got the faucet running, ensuring the water was just the right temperature. There was no scraping needed to be done, they did that themselves which made washing up easier. Grabbing the fairy liquid, I gave a little squirt onto the green and yellow sponge and plate. Splashing it with water for the perfect soapy texture, I began. Gentle footsteps came to a stop and then they proceeded into the kitchen, finally coming to an end.

Henry stood with the drying cloth in his hand and without a word got stuck in. "You don't need to help Henry, it's fine."

He chuckled. "Nonsense. I want to and in all

Honestly, Harlow literally whacked me with the towel, demanding I get in the kitchen and give you a hand."

Passing the now cleaned plate to him without giving him a glance, I picked up another dish and continued the routine. "Thank you."

Wiping the bowl, then placing it back in its cupboard, he took the next plate from me. "I truly am sorry for earlier. We care about you and with everything going on-with Jameela and Aryton still seeking you, it has us all shook."

"Why does he want me now?" I questioned, handing him the final glass.

"You're the key to finding them." He inspected the glass, raising it to the light and checking for any smears. The glass looked completely fine to me but watching him obsess over it, unsettled me.

Clearing my throat and looking away, "I'm sure he won't come all the way here to Galway and on top of that, he has no one else."

"He has Ben." He emphasised.

Rolling down my sleeves, I whipped around to face him standing with his arms folded. "What are you trying to imply?"

"How can we be sure Ben really isn't with his dad?"

I scoffed. "Ben is true and honest. He fought so hard to break away from his father-his pack and I have complete and utter faith in him. Please keep your opinions to yourself and try not to be sceptical of everything. Besides, I can say the same for you."

He chortled. "Excuse me?"

"How can I trust you? For all I know, you could be in cahoots with my enemies." I sassed.

He grasped my arm tight. "I worry about you."

Withdrawing my arm and creating space between us, I shook my head at him. "You don't need to." It was hard to read his intentions or figure him out as a person and that's what left me unresolved. Tucking my hair behind my ears, i walked out lost in my own trail of thoughts.

Letting out a yawn with heavy eyelids, I climbed the stairs, gripping onto the handrail for dear life as I ascended. Rubbing my temples as I found my way into my room, I flopped onto the bed, too heavy and exhausted for anything else. The cold duvets eventually warmed up as I settled in, wrapping them around me and sinking in. The muscles of my face relaxed; releasing all the tensions of my day and my eyes softly closed.

When my eyes reopened, I found myself back in my old room of my London home. Frazzled, I glanced around, feeling the blankets and satin covered pillows. The lamp from the bedside table was on and cast a glow on the room. Pushing the duvet off me, setting down one leg and then another; feeling the cool wooden floor, I stood slowly. The crack in the drapes showed it was night outside. Searching the room for the clock, my eyes latched onto the picture frame of me, Enzo, and Damon. The frame seemed tampered with. It wasn't in the exact position I placed it. Crossing the room, I set it to the right a little; it was that way so when I did turn in my sleep and my eyes opened, it would be the first thing I ever laid them on. "Knock knock." Came his strong voice. Whirling around, I smiled wide.

"Enzo!" Feet slapping the floor, almost jumping, I wrapped my arms around him. "How are you here?!" I couldn't stop the tears, it was awfully overwhelming. Chuckling, he squeezed me tight.

Pulling apart, his hands still holding onto my arms, he looked me dead in the eyes. "You need to wake up sweetheart-"

I shook my head vigorously. "No, what do you mean wake up! You're here and I can actually hug you! Enzo, I miss you so much!"

He held me firmly, eyes soft and disarming. "Listen to me. Wake up. You're in danger! Wake up now!"

"Danger? By whom? Enzo please, please stay. I don't want to wake up."

An ear-splitting sound hurled us across the room, away from each other. Shielding my ears from the banshee like screech, a compelling blow swirled around us. Darkness snuffed out the light. "Sophia!" Enzo yelled. "You need to wake up!"

"Enzo where are you? I can't see you!"

"It's H-" he was cut off and everything dropped into silence. The lamp snapped on, returning the room to normal.

"Enzo?" Climbing to my feet I called out. He was nowhere in sight. All that was left behind was his echo. Wake up! Wake up Sophia! My chest grew heavier, as if something was pressed against it. I had to wake up, but I didn't know how. Closing my eyes and opening them several times did nothing. My breathing grew hostile, as though I suddenly forgot how to breathe.

WAKE UP!

I shot up, blood pounding in my ears and heart thudding in my chest. My hands shook and my feet felt heavy, clamped by something. With a disfigured vision, I scanned frantically, blinking several times. A tug on my left foot. I tried kicking at whatever it was, but it only intensified, yanking me harshly out of bed and onto the icy cold floor. It was blindingly dark. I couldn't see anything, not even a figure but I knew he was there. It was a man because of how heavy he was and how large the hands that clamped me felt.

All I could see was the delirious darkness. Rolling up amidst the struggle, I gripped the intruder's arms and bit into them with my nails. It seemed to have no effect on him, he whacked me across the face with his arm, knocking me back. Flinging me across, I crashed onto the wall, sliding back down. Heavy footsteps. Boots. Sticking my hands out, yanking on his arms i latched onto him, siphoning the moment I felt the surge of magic in him. Whatever he was, he was supernatural.

Grunts came from him, deep and guttural. He tossed and turned, and in the darkness, I could make out an arm reaching to pry me off. "Incendia!" I screamed. The room set ablaze with bright, orange flames. They roared ferociously, rising tall. That's when I saw him. Cloaked in a black hoody and a white mask concealing his identity. He backed away, sticking close to the walls as I edged closer, thrusting out my right hand.

I couldn't tell whether he was looking at me or around the room, the eyes on the mask had me riveted. One blink and he was gone. The next second I had no time to react, arms hooked onto me, and fangs occupied me. I kicked and clawed in his grip, but he ravaged away. The screams that tore through me were thunderous enough to wake the house up, sending Harlow and Dhanika crashing into my room. The door flung open, and the stranger vanished, leaving me to drop to the floor with a sickening crack.

Male voices filled my ears, my vision though blurred, saturated with looming figures of varied sizes. "Your blood won't heal her Henry...." It was Harlow...I couldn't tell. The voice was so distant and distorted. I blinked once, tears leaking out and on the second blink, I greeted a familiar foe; darkness.

•

Sitting up and meeting the gazes of my worried friends, only made me want to retreat back into the dark. It was gruelling, sitting before them and them gawk at me, behaving in a manner as though they were trotting on eggshells. Once again, the suffocating feeling nestled in my breasts. Feeling a large plaster stuck on the left side of my neck, I let out a groan. It no longer pained but it would take its sweet time in healing. "I need air. I can't breathe!" Throwing the blanket off me, i clambered off the sofa.

"I'm coming." Henry asserted, without a care for what I thought and wanted. Ignoring him, slipping into my comfy flats, I marched out. Once the cool breeze of the night touched me, I exhaled out through my pursed lips and the suffocation unwound and slowly set me free. "Are you okay?" He finally asked after some time.

Touching the top of the padded plaster, I gave it a little stroke. "I feel much better. Did you guys manage to catch the vampire?"

Handing me a cold bottle of water, with the cap off, he frowned. "By the time I got out to chase him, he disappeared. It has to be someone that works for The Everleigh witch."

I considered this but made no comment. Perhaps it was her and this was her sick way of playing with me. "I'm cold, I think we should head back in." Walking back in, my mind returned to Enzo. He tried warning me but something or someone intercepted. The remainder of the night I made multiple attempts at reconnecting with him, but each attempt was unsuccessful. I couldn't reach him, and it brought on distraught. Daylight poured in through the curtains, announcing a day that was set to be immersive.

Harlow's graduation party was in two days. Everything was in full swing. Her family members came in and out the house, bringing in as well as taking the uproar with them. It was all hands-on deck. Her home hummed with joy and laughter. Conversations of everything and anything they could think of, they were never short of. They were lovely, her family, doing their best to involve me. Smiling, I gave the occasional nod and response. In ways it hurt and was perturbing; reminding me of my own family: The Salvatores and The Mikaelsons. I had nothing to contribute to. I just wanted so badly to return to them and be with them. Fleeing to the kitchen was all I could think of, and it was what I did. Getting stuck in with the dinner preparations gave me something to do rather than sitting idly with nothing but these deafening thoughts.

I knew I should assimilate myself with my new environment. As much as I wanted to it didn't feel right. Nothing did. Henry, light on his feet entered. At first, I didn't hear him. He was stealthy. Predator like but he didn't pounce. "Are you okay?" He asked holding the stare.

Giving the salad a final toss, handing it over for him to take, I offered half a smile. "I'm just really tired. I've been getting tired a lot lately it's unbelievable!"

"You should go sit down and put your feet up." He returned a smile sincere than my own. "I'll let Harlow know. Besides, she'll want you to get rest since there's lots to do."

I let out a soft sigh. "I guess I could do with some rest and don't worry about me Henry, I'm fine." Handing him the tongs for the salad I wiped my hands and ambled out the kitchen. Sinking back into the leather, wing armchair, staring out the window while I stroked Enzo's infinity necklace as a way of connecting with him. There was nothing. I couldn't reach him no matter how hard I tried. Enzo was lost to me. Something sinister tore him away from me. Defeated, I threw my head back, blowing out air.

With Harlow's graduation ceremony drawing near, I thought of Theo and how our graduation celebrations went. It was the first time he was suited and booted, and I recalled how handsome and well-groomed he was. Holding his phone in my hand, I stared down at the blank screen, debating whether I should unlock it or not. He passed and it would be the first time since his departure, I looked through his phone. Pressing down on the side button, the apple logo popped up after a few seconds. As soon as the screen lit up, I swiped to unlock, immediately tapping on the photos. His gallery was a jumble of memories old and new. Scrolling up for what seemed like forever, I finally found the graduation pictures. Swiping through several I finally rested on the smiling photo of him holding out his hand for me and I stood a few feet away, reaching out. After the photo was clicked, he spun me around and then we embraced. I never hated Jameela more than I did, sitting on that armchair, seething, and boiling with infinite rage.

Damon

Mystic Falls

Another day of drinking at the grill. Our lives were free of supernatural drama but yet it dragged. The Mikaelsons weren't too bad after all. If you ignored their haughty attitude we got along. A common ground we found was this emptiness in the pits of our souls, this hole in our lives. I glanced around; the air suddenly dropped around me. Rubbing the nape of my neck, an uneasiness settled in me. It intensified and I wrung my hands several times desperate to ditch that feeling. My head snapped to the tapping of feet. Stefan. He only did that when he was edgy. The smiles on the Mikaelsons flickered.

"What's happening?" Klaus uttered, eyes darting from me to Stefan's feet.

"I don't know." I murmured, clutching my chest. I felt weighed down and as though I couldn't breathe.

"Damon! Something's wrong...I-I keep getting this feeling-"

Sweat dripped down my head and I glanced down at my now pale, clammy hands. "Someone explain what's going on!" Klaus hissed. My mouth opened but I was wordless. The air grew thicker and dense-restricting. Stumbling out my seat, I made a weak attempt for the door, staggering back down. Trying to hold onto anything for support, i clambered around. The Mikaelson brothers grabbed us, vamping us out the grill.

Sophia

I screamed until I was hoarse. Soil and dirt made its way down my throat. I coughed out a lungful, inadvertently choking down more. My chest heavy and weighted. I looked up, tears cascading down. It was dark and it was endless. I couldn't move. My right arm was trapped between the soil and my body. Using my left hand I clawed at the dirt, desperately throwing the dirt off me. Using my legs I kicked and thrashed around, sealing my mouth. Slowly the soil on me shifted and split, freeing me.

Scrambling to my feet, scrounging around for space, for air as I lost my own source of oxygen the more i hyperventilated. Reaching above me I felt nothing but emptiness. Realising I was buried deeper than I assumed, I crashed down and wailed. I couldn't control my breathing; it seemed the more I tried the more i lost. "Somebody help me!" I screamed, choking out. My screams turned into whimpers. Around me was just space. No walls of soil, no means of getting out. All I could smell around me was ammonia. All I could hear were my own laboured breathing. The earth was silent. Closing my eyes I thought of my brothers, of Kol. Of my family.

Recovering myself I scrambled to my feet feeling at my neck for the talisman. It was gone. With that, so was my hope. I tried piecing together how I ended up buried deep underground. A flash of pain. A dark hooded figure hovering over me as I lay in bed. Being pushed in. The first load full of soil that hit me, the soil compressing around me. "Just breathe! Don't think...just relax." I muttered to myself in a crazed manner, spinning around in the pit. Dropping to the floor I felt for magic, felt for any source of power. Nothing. Let it out. Enzo's voice echoed. Pounding on the earth, I let out a screech. The blast released shook the ground, dirt raining down on me.

Stefan

Mystic Falls

"FREYA!" He boomed storming into the house. I staggered to the ground and backed myself against the pillar. Damon dropped to the ground sputtering out dirt. Freya came running.

"What is it-" she froze in her tracks watching us cough up dirt and squirm around, gripping our throats.

"I can't-can't b-breathe." I wheezed.

"What's happening to them?" Rebekah cried out. Her hand shot to her mouth, stifling her distress.

Freya inched closer and winced. "They've been linked. Someone's linked them. Whatever they're feeling is happening to the other person..." her eyes grew large, and she shrunk back. "Whoever it is, has been buried alive!"

"Who? Everyone we know are all safe and sound here in Mystic Falls." Elijah broke in. "No one is missing or seems to be."

Klaus moved forward, closing the space between him and his sister. "Something does not feel right! All day I've been missing something and then the Salvatore brothers coughing up dirt...it doesn't make sense! We're all missing something here!"

Damon groaned. "Do something!"

"I can't! Whoever cast the spell has to be the one to unlink you."

I lay there motionless. The more I tried, the heavier it got and the more restricted the air around me turned. I was losing consciousness. The room merged and spun; the sounds all jumbled. Nothing discernible. I was drifting in and out. The door crashed open. Urgent sounding footsteps. I couldn't discern. "Stefan! Stefan!"

"Caroline." I breathed. It was her voice. Peeling my eyes open she peered down at me, tears dribbling down. Latching onto me, she helped me up to a sitting position. "I'm here, I love you." I caught a glimpse of Bonnie attending to my brother, his state mirroring mine. A tightening around my entire upper body, I hunched over, coughing up more dirt but this time more anguished.

~

The dirt above her cracked, revealing the moonlight. Shielding her face from the falling dirt, her lungs filled up with clean air. The crack grew wider and bigger until the figure above was visible. He worked violently, digging out the dirt. Dropping her arm to the side, she could see him better. "Henry?" She blubbered, rising to her feet, swaying as she did so.

"You're okay. I'm here." He assured, jumping in. She swayed side to side, losing balance. He caught her in his arms and lifted her. Glancing up at the moon that graced him, he shot up with her in his arms. When his feet touched the firm ground, he gazed down at her, moving the hair from her face. She was so still he could feel her, and she will not know. Running a finger down the side of her profile, he smiled to himself. "I've got you."

Damon

I sat up rubbing my chest. The tightness faded and the air became lighter. I could breathe again. The coughing fit and throwing up dirt ceased. It either meant whoever was buried died or was saved. Jumping to my feet, I glanced around at the faces. The Mikaelson witch marched over and gripped my temples. "Each and every one of us has been affected by a memory spell." She delighted.

"What?" I faltered, shrugging her off. "I don't speak witchy woo, so English!"

She conserved her strength and dismissed my remark. "Someone tampered with our memories. It explains the loss of time and the gaps..." she turned away, pacing up and down. "I've been trying to rack my brain on why we were feeling the way we did, and I couldn't think of anything or draw a conclusion until today! When I read you both."

"What?" I pressed on. "Can you undo this thing that messed with my brain and got all my wires crossed? Tell me you can!"

She gave a gentle nod. "Lucky for you I can."

"Good. That's good." Stefan added. "That way we'll know who's behind this."

"Seems like a plan." I affirmed, leaning forward. Why was I anxious all of a sudden?

Sophia

I blinked rapidly as my eyes peeled open, ready to take in my surroundings. The ray of light caressed my skin. Being hit with the events of the previous night, I shot up in bed and wildly felt around. Feeling myself, ensuring I was okay, and I wasn't back there. "Hey."

I jumped to the soft voice. Turning to my left I saw Harlow with Henry leaning in close with clasped hands, waiting for me. I gulped down and blew out the strangled breath.

"How are you feeling?" He questioned. "Thanks to Harlow I was able to get to you in time." My eyes darted around the room.

"Yes-yes I remember...you came and then I don't know what happened." Letting my hands sink into the bedsheets, I reclosed my eyes.

"Sophia, how did you end up being buried alive?"

My eyes flickered open, and I looked straight ahead, tears brimming my eyes, but I dared not let them slip. I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't get over the tightness of the space, of how I couldn't breathe and the dirt I choked out. The helpless feeling of never making it out alive. "I-I don't know...a man dressed in black...I couldn't tell who or what but all I can remember is being so weak as he carried me and-and I was outside.... I was taken into some cemetery then pushed. I'm scared." Harlow bound to her feet and dashed to my side, holding me. The tightness of her hug terrified me, so I scrambled back and she stepped back as a reaction. "The last thing I remember, I was on the chair and I-"

"I'm sorry." She expressed. "You fell asleep, and Henry took you up. We shouldn't have left you alone-I'm so sorry."

I shook my head on the verge on tears. "No. I'm sorry, it's just... when you-you held me it felt like I was trapped, and I couldn't move. Like I was stuck in that grave all over again...." my head was downcast, and the tears slipped. She stepped closer. Sensing the movement I recoiled, breathing in sharply. Seeing it was only Harlow I relaxed my body; with shaky hands, I took a hold of hers. My fear unsettled her. She was worried and helpless. They didn't know how to help me. How to make me feel safe. It wasn't their fault I was scarified.

"If it helps, Noah and Ben are doing what they can to find who did this."

"Enzo warned me—he tried to but something on the other side interrupted him and now I can't connect with him."

I told myself it would be alright, and this would pass but I couldn't accept it truly, when a chunk of me knew it was far from over.