Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass

Chapter 5

Lockwood's P.O.V

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Lucy. Just talking.

And trying to stop her crying. Even though I was crying to.

I just couldn't bear the thought of Lucy getting hurt. Even more, I didn't want to even mention what would've happened if I wasn't there to help her.

It was easer for me to calm down, Lucy was in my arms. I knew she was safe.

At least at the moment.

But that didn't mean I would ever risk her safety.

But getting her to stop crying was hard. She blamed herself entirely to much. And she was afraid of my own incoming death.

There wasn't much she could do to stop it. I've always been to attracted to the dead. Sooner or later, I'll join them.

I guess that's what she feared the most. My death.

I worried.

What would she try to do to stop my death?

I guessed anything.

And that made me worry if I would be the reason she died. I wouldn't be able to live with that thought.

No. I thought as I calmly combed my fingers threw her hair. I won't let anything like that happen to her.

She clung to my torso, crying. I had my arms wrapped around her, one if my hands rubbed her back calmingly. The other combed threw her hair. I softly kissed the top of her head.

What could I say to make her smile?

"Do you remember the first time you kissed me?" I asked.

She groaned.

Okay, so that didn't make her smile, but it did get he mind off of our previous topic.

"Do you know how attractive you've always been to me?" I whispered.

She groaned again.

"It's true." I laughed.

She glared at me. "Don't remind me."

"Why not?"

"I'm embarrassed that I did that."

"Love, if you hadn't kissed me it would've taken me forever to tell you the I love you." I cupped my hand on the side or her face. Her cheeks lit up with a light dust of pink.

"I still think I shouldn't have done that."

"I beg to differ."

"I should've told you that I loved you."

"I liked what you did much more than just boring old telling. Everyone confesses threw talking. It just shows how different and perfect you are."

"I am not perfect." She pushed away from me, her face gained a brighter shade of magenta.

"To me you are." I grabbed her back into my arms. She looked up into my eyes, and I got lost in hers.

"You like to sweet talk me, don't you?" She tilted her head to the right a bit and smirked devilishly.

"Wha-?"

"Then again, you sweet talk every girl you work with. So then how can I be sure that you sincerely love me?" She pushed away and walked out to her balcony.