❝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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𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd rather erase the date completely? What about a person that you wish for a black hole to swallow whole? Carolynne didn't have to wish any of that stuff. She wished all that stuff would come back.
The only things that weren't a subject to torture by her amnesia were her name, age, where she grew up and her grades 1-4 in training against ghosts. You know, the stuff that would keep you alive in these hunt or be haunted days.
The girl ambled along the platform, amongst the bustling life of people, her fingers wrapped tightly around her bag full of her belongings and a memory empty of her life. A woman moved into the space in front of her, stopping the girl in her tracks, "excuse me."
The brunette looked at the blonde, giving her full attention. "Is this your first time in London?"
The girl nodded.
"It can be dangerous here," the blonde continued,"especially at night. If you need somewhere to stay." She lifted a pamphlet up to the brunette, "come to one of our centres."
The girl smiled at her thankfully, "no it's okay, I'll be okay."
The woman then saw the rapier on her belt, agent. "Oh okay, of course."
