Feb 7, 2025
What if Agatha and Rio used to stand somewhere high, say the top of a tower, perching like eagles and looked at the world below together?
Now Rio stands alone, unable to stop herself from coming back to their favourite spot, thinking, mourning, reminiscing. About the times when they'd recount a crazy adventure, plan their next shenanigan, or just standing together in silence, and how Agatha would always run her hand up Rio's arm before pulling her into a hug—and Rio feels it.
She feels a brush up her arm. A touch too familiar. Rio whips around, her black heart pounding hard in her chest, expecting to see her wife with the usual smirk on her face—
But it's only the wind.
Inspired by Another's Arm - Coldplay
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