❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝, George and Lucy were digging away with their shovels at the soil where the tree once stood. At some point, due to the stress of listening to Carolynne scream for help, the two had resorted to digging on their hands and knees resulting in their hands being covered in mud.
After a while, they finally found it, a broken piece of root just like Carolynne had theorised. They quickly grabbed it and wrapped it in an iron chain net before rushing inside.
From where they stood a meter or two away, George and Lucy could see Lockwood laid on the floor with his hands by his side and eyes closed. Carolynne knelt at his hip with her face hidden in the crook of his neck as she rested atop of his chest. Her arms were folded beneath her, between her and Lockwood, so Lucy and George just hoped there wasn't some sort of object driving into his chest. Given their position together, it was impossible to see if either were breathing.
"Lockwood...?" George said quietly, clutching the source close to his chest with both hands shaking, "Carolynne...?"
There were two shaky breaths in the silent hallway before a voice could be heard to only one.
