ATELIER ━︎━︎ Lord Tewkesbury

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━︎━︎ IN WHICH THEY CONFESS

The sun hadn't even risen yet and the two were already at the train station looking for the area where they would be able to get a carriage and travel their way to help Enola Holmes escape.

They had set out earlier than planned, neither of them being able to fall asleep, being lost in their own thoughts.

It was last night that seemed to repeat over and over again in their heads. Edith hadn't a clue as to why she had placed a kiss on Tewkesbury's cheek and he didn't either.

But the girl knew she didn't regret it and the boy knew he didn't mind if it happened again.

There was something about last night, the way the cool breeze swept through their hair or the moonlight reflecting onto the pond that felt different than on any other day.

Or maybe it was his warm breath hitching at the crook of her neck as he helped her pull on her necklace, the way her soft lips felt on his pink cheek or just the mere presence of both of them spending time together.

Any of those things would be reasonable and self-explanatory, but right now Edith wasn't worried about that. Instead she worried about the un-easing shiver down her spine, as if today wasn't going to be a good day.

It definitely wasn't going to be a good day.

"Edith?" A soft voice called from behind the girl as she snapped out of her thoughts, finding herself staring at a piece of paper fixed to the brick wall.

"Yeah?" She asked, her eyes watering as she kept her eyes locked onto the sheet paper.

Tewksbury walked to stand beside her, taking a look at the paper — recognising it as the wanted poster he had seen for the last three years plastered on walls. He sighed before slowly ripping it of the wall and scrunching the paper up in his hand, dropping it to the floor as his eyes focused on the girl as she closed her ocean eyes.

"You say I'm mentally strong, that not one thing can get to me, but nothing hurts more than being reminded that you are the cause of your brother death" Edith said, her eyes opening as her lips parted, her head moving slowly to face Tewkesbury.

The boy locked his eyes with her, seeing a tear roll down her face, wiping it away with his thumb.

"You aren't the cause of your brother's death, but it only shows that you've been strong for so long. Every piece of glass has to crack eventually — " Tewkesbury said, but was cut off by the girl.

"What if I don't want to be a piece of glass?" She asked, searching his honey brown eyes.

"We're all pieces of glass, Edith." Tewksbury said, his voice quite and soft "and we all crack sometimes. Even you, even me, Enola. It's just something we do and can't prevent."

Edith scoffed, looking to the other side "since when did you become so wise?"

He didn't reply for a moment, thinking if he should say the true reason as he stared at the side of her face. Another moment of silence passed before he said quietly "Ever since you made me believe I'm not that useless after all."