So, I'm not quite sure if this is long (or good enough), but here goes.


Lockwood POV

My heart sinks, as if the world is crumbling under my feet, falling out from under me. She's leaving, maybe forever, and, no matter what she says, it's my fault. I made her leave, while trying to protect her. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the others. George looks stunned, to shocked to even eat his cake, Holly is covering her mouth, forehead wrinkled in worry.

No one says anything as Lucy brushes away tears and walks out the door, boots thumping against the ground. Then she's gone, as if she was never here.

A tear slides down Holly's cheek as we stand, together, but alone. Though, none of us may have realized it, Lucy's sarcastic remarks and jealousy binded us together, made us a family. Well, we could still be that family. I cough, breaking the silence, and even though every part of me wants to chase after her, I look up at George and Holly instead. I try for a smile, which they both flinch away from. "Well," I begin, "we've got a case tomorrow, and we really should prepare."

They stare at me for a moment, as if asking how I could be talking about a case at a time such as this, then they seem to shake it off. Holly nods at me, but I can see she's about to burst into tears. I quickly excuse my self, heading upstairs to Jessica's room, where I'm left alone with my thoughts.


Was this ok? Did I do it right? (I mean the layout...)