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Enid never had a good way of creating ideas. Mainly on a whim or at three am because she refused to sleep and didn’t want a good idea to go to waste.That was frustrating, and Enid kept experiencing it. Repeatedly. And for her final project, everyone got tasked to draw something that got their attention. Not something that gets your attention for a brief second or even for the day. It had to be genuine.
Enid tried everything but nothing worked. She sat at her art desk, headbutting the table when everything failed. She rested her hands against paper mumbling complaints under her breath. Paint dried on her hands, tossing paper into the trash and thinking back to what it was she had to actually do.
Something that actually means something.
Enid liked a lot of things.
So why couldn’t she think of something?
“This is hopeless. What am I even trying to do?” Enid mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes resting her head against the chair. Perhaps she needed a change in pace. Or even scenery. Enid soon stood up, looking at the paint brushes that definitely had seen better days. She should buy new ones but Enid is attached to them. Her and Yoko bought them when they went shopping, the moment she got them it felt like her child. Although Enid couldn’t tell if that was the lack of sleep talking.
She soon heard a knock on her door. Enid’s eyes widened as she flung herself up to answer it. Upon opening the door she got greeted by something on the floor. Enid raised an eyebrow as she picked up what was laying outside. It was a small pack of paint. Enid did need to get some new ones as her current ones looked like a mess. And that was putting it nicely. Attached to the tiny box happened to be a small note.
Srry for the late bday gift. Hang out at the mall tomorrow?
Yoko
Enid snickered as she took off the note, sticking to the table. Yoko always knew what to get her. At least it showed that her friend was listening. Enid looked at what colours she wanted to use and what she’d keep away and remember in a few months time and complain about it.
Although her reminder of what she had to do was looming over her like it had been waiting for a misstep. Enid didn’t know where to begin. A lot of things caught her attention. But picking one thing? That was impossible. It wasn’t easy. What made it difficult was the fact Enid liked more than one thing.
She decided to make a list of things she could hypothetically do. Ones that were realistic enough so that it could be done and the other half of her list was more slightly out of the blue. But it seemed too safe. And that wasn’t what Enid wanted.
Sure Yoko and Divina gave her ideas but Enid couldn’t produce anything good. The thought of using water colour again for anything made her shudder with the memories of how it made her painting look like a baby had spilled pools of water onto it.
All of her teachers wanted something to be interested in. To be blown away by. So it had to be good enough so that it could be done with the way that they wanted it to be. But Enid couldn’t do that.
She’s an artist not a mind reader.
Being a mind reader wasn’t in her wheelhouse.
Starting tomorrow Enid would figure out what to do for her project. She had a lot of time. As long as she didn’t procrastinate and actually did begin it. But with so much spare time on her hands she didn’t know where to even begin.
Enid devised a plan. To spark her motivation she decided to go on a walk to help with the ideas that would be soon sparking up in her mind. She took her pink jacket, zipping it up and began running out of her flat.
It was always nice to go on a walk. Enid did this often to clear her mind and with her ex-boyfriend business finally getting sorted out she finally had a clear head. She was glad Ajax understood that things weren't working. She didn’t want to be misleading or lead him on. Ajax didn’t deserve that in the slightest. He did mention if she needed help that she could call him, which was sweet.
Although he did occasionally call her. Which was sweet of him. Ajax actually helped with Enid’s projects occasionally. Although when it came to him he always had to go big or go home. And Enid wasn’t sure if she wanted that for her last project. It would be nice but Enid didn’t know if she wanted a repeat of last time.
As much as she wanted to say this walk was helping her. It didn’t do anything. At all.
“Oh come on! Why is it so hard to think of something! Anything!” Enid sighed into her hands. This was hopeless. Everything was failing and she couldn’t even get a simple idea. It was far too late for her to lose sleep over it.
Her incoherent mumbling stopped when she saw someone walk across the street from where Enid was standing. Her eyes met with the stranger’s. It felt like time had slowed down. There wasn’t any time for Enid to even process what she was doing until she walked into a lamppost.
Enid fell over, rubbing her head and mumbling under her breath. She had been completely stuck in a trance by this stranger. Enid stood up stumbling around ignoring the fact that her head. Yet the stranger stopped for a split second before walking away.
What the fuck just happened?
Enid didn’t know what was happening anymore. In fact it threw her off guard. Enid couldn’t tell if she met the girl of her dreams or the girl who would end up being another random stranger to her.
It wasn’t every day you’d see someone dress in all black and mysterious
Without even thinking about it she called Yoko, as she saw the girl leave. As soon as Enid heard her friend pick up she decided to tell Yoko what had just happened.
“Yoko, I think I just experienced the craziest thing ever.”
Enid was still in shock. As if she was put under a spell. And all Enid could do was stare at the wall until she almost knocked over the paint pot that she was using. Her trash can was almost filled with ideas that weren’t working. And soon she feared her own brain would be in there next.
“That girl…she looked like she was from a different point in time.” Enid mumbled under her breath as she stood up and looked through her window opening it slightly to feel the cold air brushing past her face.
Just who was she?
Enid wondered that question for the next few hours. She was quite familiar with the people around town. So seeing someone that angelic was mind boggling. It threw her track. Whatever one Enid was on. Once her room began feeling too cold, she closed her window. There was no point thinking about that girl again. Perhaps she wouldn’t even run into her again.
“Why am I still even thinking about her..? She seemed disappointed that I walked into a lamppost! It’s not my fault - totally not my fault.” Enid mumbled under her breath as if she was trying to convince herself that she didn’t embarrass herself.
Which she did do.
Enid sighed as she sat on the floor, humming a tune to herself. It wasn’t until she heard the sudden sound of rain hitting her window, that Enid got up. She then saw someone walking through the hectic rain.
It was the girl from earlier. Still wearing clothes black as night, with an umbrella in hand. Not phased at all. It’s like this was her casual Saturday night. Usually Enid wouldn’t care for something that didn’t involve her. And in this moment she grabbed the nearest jacket she could and ran outside.
She would get the name of that girl if it was the last thing she would do.