❝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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𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, on the edge of the beach. At least, he thought he was. He grew confused on where he actually was when he also saw himself laying on the pebbles while Carolynne pushed down on his chest. Crying.
Steven had already run up the dirt path, towards the gates, for a better signal and had taken Eleanor with him. This left Riley, Luke and Carolynne on the beach with Lockwood.
Luke stood watching Carolynne with folded arms, a harsh look on his face before he took steps towards her. "He's dead, Carolynne. You're wasting your strength - he's not coming back."
"No," Carolynne coughed out harshly, "he will. You don't know him like I do, he wouldn't leave me."
There was no way Carolynne was strong enough to do properly for the correct length of time, no matter how strong she'd started out.
"Mind out," Luke said as he squatted beside her and tapped her arm.
"No, I'm not giving up on him."
"I'm trying to help," Luke told her. She looked at him for a moment and when he nodded she moved.
Carolynne lifted Lockwood's head gently into her lap and stroked over his forehead, still crying.
"Come on, don't die on her for Christ sake." Luke said with clenched teeth as he pressed down on Lockwood's chest, "she doesn't deserve that. You said you care about her and don't want anything bad to happen to her."
