numb heart // enoch o'connor

04 // 2016

kj apa as nickolas desario

"god nick, i told you, i was in the children's home!" shouted agatha to her brother, nickolas (or nick in short).

"you were gone for a day! and then, you're back here, without your things and clothes change!" nicholas said and he threw his hands in the air, "geez, midget! i'm worried sick about you!"

"you should've said so." agatha said as she hugged her brother.

"i'm so—sorry, i—i shouldn't have sh—" nicholas tried to explain but agatha shushed him.

"i love you too, big man." agatha said as she heard nick laughed.

"but we have to talk about a lot of things."

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"what? you forgave the guy who almost took you away from me? i'd love to beat that hippie up." ranted nickolas.

nick and his brotherly instinct.

"i did. not all people are big and muscular like you." said agatha, as she looked up her phone. she and her brother was currently in nick's bed, sitting and telling stories to each other.

"not because your name means 'good hearted' doesn't mean you have the responsibility to make yourself one. some of people's name means happy—but are they?"

"it's okay, i don't hold grudges." agatha said, "maybe sometimes..."

"anyways, how's mum?" nick said curiously, nick always knew agatha's peculiarity.

agatha paled.

"sh—she's fine." stuttered agatha as she hugged the nearest pillow.

"do you miss her that much, midget?"

"yeah—i mean, who wouldn't?" agatha said, she wiped away the forming tears from her eyes, "mum was a nice, kind hearted person i've ever met."

"we all know that but, sometimes the good ones die first. it's always like that, midget."
said nick, "and that's why i don't want you to be good to other people."

while they were talking, the door shot open.

"um, hey? are you two, um, doing things?" said a tall, skinny guy who had jet black hair and blue eyes. agatha thought of a prank.

"hey, stranger." said agatha as she kissed her brother's cheek. "who are you?"

"oh, i'm just, um, ask someone to lead..." he said as he walk away.

"no! it's okay. i was just messing around." said agatha as she and her brother laughed, "this big man here, is my brother."

"hey! you say it like it's an insult!" protested nick, but his phone was ringing, "anyways, you guys could talk, i have a call."

nick said and walked away along with his phone, leaving his sister and the stranger alone.

"before anything else, i'm j—jacob. jacob portman." said jacob, as he offered his hand up for a handshake, agatha shook his had and said, "agatha desario."

"are you always stuttering jacob?" asked agatha curiously.

"yea—no—maybe?" jacob said as the two of them laughed.

"anyways, why are you here?" asked agatha.

"oh, kev, the manager said that you knew where the children's home is.. y'know, miss peregrine's home for p—peculiar children?"

"yeah! you want to go there?"

"sure." jacob said, as he tried to catch up with agatha who was running like leopard.

"nick, jacob and i are going to be in the children's home so you have the apartment all by yourself, invite your girlfriend, have sex, bye!" agatha said fastly and she ran, holding jacob's wrists.

"midget!" shouted nick, "i don't have a girlfriend?"