Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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WHAT SHOULD I DO? Agnes questioned herself, she was scared of it- truly scared of it.
she would be letting a ghost who had tried to kill her minutes ago possess her body and the thought of it wasn't very...comfortable.
"Agnes, please." Lucy pleaded.
"Agnes, please." Lockwood's pleads were different, he was begging her to not go; she could get harmed or go insane, who truly knew.
"what do you think I should do George?" Agnes tilted her head to the farthest boy, who seemed surprised to be asked for his input. "I say go with whatever makes you feel most comfortable...but i'm mostly with Lucy on this one." the boy shrugged. "well you're no help." Agnes said, she walked reluctantly; hesitating before she sat down in the center of the room, where the furniture had been moved away and the last remanded of it was the damn chair.
the ring was in her palm, she closed her eyes, soft breaths leaving hard. the ring seemed to freeze her hand and she could feel her body stiff. a song played in the background.
"there's a song in the background...opera? oh and a woman is laughing."
"dance with me." Annabel Ward said, she was happy, and her voice was sweet. "I'm not in the mood." a man declined.
"she wants to dance with a man, but he's saying no. it's... it's their song." Agnes smiled at the sweet image portraying her mind. "who's they? Annabel and—" George was hushed by Lucy and Lockwood.
"she's extremely happy, cackling. she truly loves him- he says she's going to watch her dance and she's dancing. don't know how you can dance to opera but she's making it work" Agnes commented.
"are you honest?" the man said in the background. "my lord..." Annabel's voice said. Agnes now stood up from the chair. walking over to Lockwood, unknowingly
"he wants her but it's just that..." Agnes eyebrows crunched. "what is it, Nessie?" Lockwood whispered; the nickname made both George and Lucy eye each other with a small smile forming upon their lips.
Agnes opened up her eyes, she was frightened, truly frightened. tears threatened to spill and her chest puffed. "he's angry. jealous, he calls her a liar. she's afraid of him."
Agnes smiled weakly, she was close to Lockwood and he seemed confused at the blonde's change of reaction. "yes." she brought her left hand to Lockwood's cheek, who for a second didn't seem to put her hand down, he blushed while she stared at him.
"it's all right." Agnes leaned with love struck eyes to the boy in a grey jacket. "he loves me...truly does." she smiled.
"you love me, don't you?" Lockwood once more put her hand down, he was getting startled by the affection Agnes's body was giving him.
"you gave me the ring. he'd never hurt me. he'd never..." Agnes's eyes pleaded, but the love struck words coming out of her mind seemed to get more desperate.
