𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

5

the next morning, after being forcefully woken up by the guards at an unholy hour in the morning, autumn was brought to the kitchen.

so apparently when locked up in an asylum they were also expected to work and make bread? huh. autumn wasn't too mad about it... there could be way worse things to be forced to do other than bread. also, working kept autumn's mind off everything else, well other than jimmy. it was impossible not to think about him when his literal replica was working on the table right next to autumn.

autumn kept sneaking sly looks in kit's direction. she watched him work a bit, finding the resemblance and differences between him and jimmy. also, well, the guy was very attractive, so looking at him was way more interesting than looking at her bread. autumn thought she was being subtle, but she was proven wrong at the end of their shift. she was making her way back to the common room when kit jogged up to her in the hallway, stopping autumn in her track.

"listen, i know what they say about me all over the papers but i'm not the killer. i swear. so, you can stop looking at me like that all the time." kit said with his arms crossed. autumn felt very stupid, she should have been more subtle, damn.

"oh, no no. that's not why i was looking at you." autumn said, feeling guilty. "it's just...you look so much like someone i lost...you guys could be twins." literally. "i just miss him that's all." autumn finished sadly, looking down, avoiding his eyes.

guilt flashed on kit's face and he apologized right away. "shit, i thought you were glaring at me or something. because of what they say about me. i'm so sorry." kit said. autumn noticed his accent and she smiled. it was the first one of them with an accent, it was cute.

"i like your accent." autumn complimented and kit smiled at her.

"why thank you." he ran a hand through his hair. "i didn't catch your name." kit said.

"autumn jupiter." autumn extended her hand and kit took it gladly.

"and i'm—"

"kit walker." autumn finished for him. "you're pretty famous."

"for bad reasons, yeah." kit swallowed. "but it wasn't me, you have to believe me. i would never hurt anyone, especially not a lady. especially not my wife." autumn felt so bad for kit. not only was this guy framed for murder, which was already bad enough, he was framed for murdering his wife, whom he clearly loved so much. that was so terrible.

autumn grabbed his hand and squeezed it to comfort him. "i'm so sorry, kit. you don't deserve any of this." he smiled sadly at her.

"did arden to this to you?" kit said, pointing at autumn's face. autumn winced. she didn't have a mirror in her room (obviously), so she didn't see the extent of her damage. but it hurt badly, so autumn probably looked terrible. she nodded.

"that son of a bitch."

"arden thinks i'm a spy or something..." she rolled her eyes. "i'm starting to believe he's the crazy one here. not everyone else." autumn laughed and kit joined in.

"he thought i was a spy too." he said between laughs. "he's out of his mind."

they made their way to the common room where they joined lana, who was sitting on an uncomfortable couch, smoking a cigarette. that god-awful song was still playing, autumn sighed and glared at the record player. lana gave autumn a concerned look, seeing the bruises on her faces, but she didn't comment on it.

"so, what was he like?" kit asked. autumn raised an eyebrow, taking a drag of the cigarette lana offered her.

"who?" autumn asked, she wasn't sure who he was implying.