❝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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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. Photographs, despite not being able to remember the people in them but she hoped one day she would and perhaps she'd get some with Lockwood and George - she did have her Polaroid camera with her afterall -, her childhood stuffed brown bear that wore an orange ribbon that still smelled of home, a jewelry box and a record player with a few records.
Her attention was caught when there was a knock on her doorframe, "George is going out shopping. Anything you want?"
"Uh no," Carolynne smiled, "I think I'm okay."
"Alright."
When he left the doorway Carolynne called him back, "Anthony?"
He appeared back in the doorway, "yeah?"
"I was going to head out actually," she put the bear to rest against her pillow, "to get a few bits for my room."
"Alright, I've been meaning to decorate this room." Anthony looked around the room, "quite bland isn't it?"
