Enid's Plan

After his mother's departure, Enid felt pain in his heart. He just sat motionless in his work chair. His mind was still filled with resentment, and jealousy was on the rise. Her mind spun in an irregular cycle, trapped in the resentment and jealousy that thrived in the dark corners of his heart.

Even so, Enid realized that now was not the right time to unravel the tangled threads of his emotions. Regardless of the waves of emotions that swept through his, his heart, Enid felt that now was not the right time. Having been consumed by his thoughts, Enid was currently desperate to kill his father. His forbidden love was eating away at his reason and common sense.

"Hold on, Enid," he whispered, his voice audible only to himself, but full of determination, "This is not the right time. I will gather my strength." His face was flooded with a rage he could no longer contain, "Then I'll finish you, Franc," Enid added as he pounded his fists on the table.