𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗻𝘁

IT WAS COLD.
the water was freezing actually.
it was as dark as the sky above them but the sky would never be able to compete with the river's cold temperature.
Agnes found herself unprepared for the drop, now the air in her lungs were unfound and she couldn't remember which way was the surface.

suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist, and there was no one in there with her but Lockwood. so she assumed it was him.
the boy helped her up, they swam back to the shore. gasping, shaking, soaked, freezing and tired.
the two collapsed down the pebbles of the shore (it hurt a lot but they didn't seem to mind).

the two agents laid there, side by side, shuddering with their chests rising and decreasing at a asynchronous pace.
Lockwood glanced at Agnes, admiring her, he couldn't get enough. after all, the two could've died at any second. so he stared for a moment in silence, noting her new wound on the cheek in which certainly would leave a faint scar. the thin strands of her blonde hair were stuck to her face framing it, and the heavy pants her mouth uttered out as she looked up towards the dark sky in shock.

Lockwood rose up, offering his hands to the girl, she accepted it. their grip on each other were tight, their hands cold and slippery from the water. Agnes and Lockwood looked at each other, their silent promise was accomplished, they had -barely- made it out alive after all.
but it wasn't long before Agnes remembered that she was mad at him. mad at herself.

she got too close to the reckless boy who was willing to take the fall. and she knew that the chances of herself getting hurt were big. he was just like Ciani.
Agnes could remember the countless times she had to clean Ciani's wounds and bandage them, or pull the girl away from the face of danger because someone in the group was unwilling to fight.
and now here she was in love again.

how long will it take this time before you're drunkly spilling out secrets he shouldn't know so that you can get him killed? the darker side of her mind questioned and her guts twisted into a knot.

Agnes swallowed hard, bringing her right arms to push him away from her. Lockwood staggered back, his muscles sore— or maybe it was the sudden change in Agnes's mood. first she was kissing him and now she was pushing him away, literally.

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the driver pulled up on Portland street.
the two damp clothed teenagers left the car, the blonde girl in a hurry as the boy ran after her helplessly.
"Nes, I can't stand it anymore. say something. anything. please." Lockwood begged her, four feet away from the girl who ignored him the whole way back home. he didn't care, he wanted her to shout if it was necessary. he just wanted to hear her voice and stare at her eyes.

"we won! we beat Winkman! we got the mirror. it's safe with Barnes. George will be back any moment with Lucy. you can relax. it's over." he tried to persuade and his words were finally enough to get a reaction out of Agnes. she turned to look at him, and he halted almost instantly. staring at the frown in her face, terrified.