Now, where to begin? [Holmesbury]

Chapter 12

I swear, I really wonder why everything always has to go wrong. Did I ever ask for this?

(Now he's running uphill again okay, I don't feel like doing this mountain thing anymore).

I took off my jacket to sit on it so my trousers wouldn't get dirty. Although that wasn't really necessary anymore because I was dirty from my spectacular stunt 1 minute ago. I'm proud of it. *Throws imaginary long hair behind shoulder* Now that I think about it, my head actually hurts a bit haha I am so clumsy.

When I finally sat down, I opened my jacket pocket and fished out a letter. The envelope opened easily and I took it out. I unfolded the paper and a text in Enola's graceful handwriting appeared. 24.07.1900 was written at the bottom right. This was from quite early on, maybe two weeks after voting day. (sorry if this is completely wrong.)

My eyes moved over the letter to the left, where it said 'Enola'. I smiled and sighed deeply. I felt all warm inside at the thought that Enola actually touched this piece of paper. "Waaw." I muttered. I lifted my arm and smelled the note in my hand. "Hm... Too bad, it doesn't smell like her. Okay then. Would it actually be weird, what I'm doing? Wouldn't it? Come on, I don't think so. Just leave me alone, it's none of your business.

I began to read what it said, the exact words Enola had written here;

Dear Viscount irritation, Marquess of Bothersomeshire,

Tis I, Enola. 

I hope everything goes well, here it does! 

I really enjoy my detective work, it runs in the family I guess. I got my first real case, you can't imagine how happy I was then! I will spare you the details, haha, otherwise it will become a very long letter, soon it won't fit on the paper anymore. 

So like I said with me everything is going very well, I like it in my new room, you were right, the other one was awful. 

Are you already bored in Basilwether? Or are you busy? I don't really have any livestock understanding of all this Lord stuff, you know.

I miss our adventures already! Maybe one day we will almost be killed again, hahaha. Then I can save your life for the umpteenth time, I like that. But boy, when your grandma shot you, I WAS TERRIFIED. I am glad that is over!

Please write me back, I hope we will see each other again soon.

Enola Holmes xx

I wiped away a tear, oh how I love her. My eyes rolled over her beautiful words one last time, until they lingered on a particular word, actually a sentence. "Maybe one day we will almost be killed again, hahaha." I read aloud with furrowed brows. And that, that was the moment I realised it. "Shit-"I dropped everything on the floor and grabbed my coat pocket, where all the other letters were, I hurriedly searched them for the letter she left on my desk. Or not...

"No, no, no, not this one either, nope, ..." One by one they were thrown in a pile in the grass. "Ugh!" It looks like I had forgotten the one in my room. 

I started breathing heavily and as fast as I could I picked everything up and started running before I even put them in my pocket. I really hated myself at this moment. All I hoped for now was that I was wrong. "Please." I sighed as pieces of leaves and twigs were whipped up by the wind caused by my speed. I used to be quite lazy, but I started exercising after I met Enola. Leave me alone and don't say anything.-

I grabbed my door handle and wanted to open it, but of course the door happened to block just right now at this perfect moment. You have to understand that I was a little bit, just a little bit, furious, and these love emotions don't exactly help either.

 I raised and lowered them and pulled and pushed. Didn't work. "Aagh!!!" With a hard tug I pulled, the door was open, but when I looked at my hands, the door handle was in them. "ow... Doesn't matter, I'll fix it."

I threw it aside and wanted to step inside. 

✨The SoUnD Of bReAkiNG GLaSs.✨

Noooo I just smashed it into the vase! Thousands of pieces of glass flew around and clattered to the ground. Okay, it's not that bad, it's just a centuries-old heirloom. No problem, I'll fix it later. Because everyone knows I'm the handiest person ever.  

I just mean, there are more important things right now. MUCH more important.

I ran into my room and went straight to my desk, there was indeed the letter that I needed.  I took it off and while unfolding the paper I walked to my bed. I was a bit exhausted from all the running, I must admit. 

I compared the letters and added a third one just to be sure. I knew, I was right. It's a different handwriting, Enola's is much prettier and more graceful, I also found it strange because the words used in the letter... Enola doesn't talk like that. She usually wants nothing more than for me to disturb her with letters.  She doesn't find that diturbing, she likes it, I remember her saying that once in one of her other letters. I told you I can remember well, if I have to. But anything Enola says or does, I don't have to bother with, it's all printed in my head and never leaves.

Long story short, THIS IS NOT GOOD.

A few days ago she came to my door half dead. She told me that a man wanted to kill her. Now she disappears in the middle of the night, and there is a letter signed Enola Holmes, which is not hers.

 THIS IS REALLY NOT GOOD.

I don't have enything to say. Enjoy this 12th piece of trash. 

OH WAIT I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY WTFFFF 1 DAY LATER AND ALREADY 1K+ READS I'M JUST GONNA CRY I NEVER EXPECTED THIS TO HAPPEN THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!! 😭❤ 

I love you

Byeeeeee x