Inside Umbra's Ruins ✓ [Umbra's Fate #2]

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴀɢᴀᴛʜᴀ

Her home returned to her. The library returned to her.

Still it wasn't her library, at least not the one Agatha had walked from end to end. The shelves no longer contained the simplicity of the wood, they shone thanks to the gold that covered them; the hallway she was in was twice as long as she was used to; and the comforting smell of books was tainted by the aroma of smoke.

It was his bookstore, but it wasn't. It was as if someone had visited the original site just once and was trying to replicate it.

The truth was that to Agatha it didn't even feel real.

"Hello?" She screamed. Her voice echoed through the hallway. "Is anybody there?"

She received no answer, not a single sound apart from her voice and her steps made It to her ears. The young woman turned around, her gaze on the books.

Green spine, without label. All of them. She took one off the shelf, the cover and the back cover were the same color. What caught her attention the most is that they were blank.

"Maybe there's something inside", she whispered.

Blank. Not a single word.

Agatha returned the book to its place and took out the next one. She let out a breath. There was no difference. It couldn't be real, she thought. But where was he? Had she finally lost his sanity? Or was she dreaming? If it was a dream, why was she aware of her surroundings? She has never experienced anything like it.

"No, it happened to me before." The words slipped out of her mouth.

She could remember it. The beach and Lorcan.

A smile worked its way onto her face. She shook her body in a little dance and did a quick spin.

"Lorcan! Are you there?" She screamed, cupping her hands on the sides of her mouth to amplify the sound.

The sound of footsteps covered the hallway, every second that passed the noise was louder. Agatha started to run.

The path never came to an end, it was as if the bookshelves continued to lengthen with each step she took.

Until she finally saw it.

Lorcan's figure, rapidly approaching her. His speed didn't slow down when he was close to her. The way his eyes narrowed and the scowl he wore said more than enough for Agatha to remember: he couldn't see her.

So she approached him, careful not to get in his way. She put her hand on the young man's shoulder, wishing there was another way to communicate with him. She could see and hear him, but she couldn't imagine how frustrating it was for Lorcan to only be able to feel her presence.

"Agatha?" He asked.

She squeezed his shoulder and Lorcan's posture relaxed. A dazzling smile appeared on his face.

"Where 's my hug?" He joked, extending his arms.

Agatha fell into his embrace. She clung to him like wanted to keep him forever. He wasn't far behind, he squeezed the young woman's waist with enthusiasm and rested his face on her hair.

"I miss you so much, I don't think I can last much longer without you." Lorcan cried. "What am I saying? You're the one who is trapped by a demon and I'm the one who complains."

She put her hand on his hair and began to play with it. Agatha wanted to tell him that he had every right to feel sad, the fact that she was the one who was kidnapped didn't mean that those who were still at home weren't suffering.