numb heart // enoch o'connor

10 // two weeks later

"hey jacob." said agatha in her phone when she answered jacob's call.

[ can't go today with you, sorry. ]

"what? why?"

[ my dad thinks i hang out with you along with imaginary friends. ]

"he thinks i also have mental illness? no offense."

[ no offense taken. yeah, kind of like that. ]

"oh, okay."

[ i'm with him now, we're on the beach near the apartment. ]

"are you sure you'll not go?"

[ no, but i'll catch up. ]

"okay."

[ hello? who's this? don't you know that jacob and i are doing something? ]

that voice isn't jacob's. agatha thought, probably his dad's...

"hey mr. portman! it's me, agatha."

[ hey kiddo, chat him later, we're busy... dad! give me the phone! ]

"i'll call you later."

[ agatha, wait! ]

agatha ended the call and sighed. she went in the kitchen to check nick and she found him, cooking food.

"hey midget." nick said, lowering the stove's fire and turned around.

"can i go outside now?" asked agatha, "please? the 'two weeks— almost death of me' is over anyways."

"are you with jacob?" asked nick.

"no, he's with his dad." said agatha as nick nodded, "is that a yes?"

"yeah, but be home quick."

agatha happily smiled and went outside.

she took a deep breath, and walked, going to the children's home.

she entered the priest hole and kept going. she was back in september 3rd, 1943.

"hey agatha." said emma as she welcomed her and they walked going inside the house.

"heyo." said agatha as she opened the door an they entered.

"where's jake?" emma asked.

"oh, he's doing something but he'll catch up." said agatha.

enoch looked at her, she was outside with all the other children. he missed agatha, after those weeks that she's gone and now enoch seems complete. because, agatha's back. his life's back.

agatha seemed to notice, but ignored inside and continue playing.

after playing soccer with the children, they went inside the house and rested in the living room.