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"Honey I'm home!" Agatha called out from the foyer, shutting the door behind her, and with it the character of Agnes. She found it was a relief to no longer be burdened by the responsibility of playing her role in this strange reality, and her mood only lightened as you appeared at the end of the corridor. Her eyes unabashedly trailed over your body, admiring how well you fit the 60s fashion. Even in black and white you were bewitching.
"Well, that's just swell." You exclaimed with hands on hips, humouring her sitcom performance. "How does tea sound, dear?"
Unable to resist any longer, Agatha strode toward you with intent in her eyes. It'd been a long day, and there was only one thing she wanted to do.
"Oh!" You stumbled back, caught off guard by the speed and strength with which she flung her arms around you.
Agatha tugged you as close as physically possible, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She found comfort in holding you, sighing contently as you reciprocated the embrace. Everything about you was like a drug to her: from the way you smelt to the sound of your voice. She'd never in her 377 years of life felt so deeply for someone, and that both terrified and intrigued her. Why you were different from any other lover she'd had remained a mystery. But it didn't matter, she was happy regardless.
"This is nice." You murmured, hand aimlessly tracing patterns along the back of her neck, occasionally twirling a strand of hair. "But was that a yes or a no?"
Having forgotten your initial question, she simply hummed, closing her eyes disinterestedly. Her answer to whatever you'd offered was no if it meant letting go. She tightened the hug, hoping to convey her response without words.
"To tea?" Threading a hand through her hair, you tugged on it, compelling her to look up. "Would you like a cup of tea?" You quirked an eyebrow, amused by her overly affectionate mood.
"Oh, no thanks." She shook her head with a tired smile, gaze falling to land on your lips.
"Ok good, cause that dodgy old stove takes ages to heat up." You chuckled, then quickly added. "But don't worry about fixing it tonight, you should rest. Are you sure I can't get you anything?"
"No." She softly declined the offer, instead gazing at you with silent adoration, something she suddenly felt the need to remedy. In a deliberately slow movement, she gently pressed her lips to your cheek, then along to your nose and down to your mouth. At that point your eyes fluttered closed, allowing her to place one last tender kiss over each eye.
After she'd finished the display of affection, you leant your forehead against hers, basking in the feeling of love that accompanied being with Agatha. You'd honestly enjoyed living a mundane, suburban life with her thus far, and would happily continue to do so for the foreseeable future. Even if your day had been completely ordinary, you wanted to share every part of it with her. "You know what I found today?"
Without moving she mumbled a curious. "What?"
"An old record player- well, not old considering we're meant to be in the 60s, but you know what I mean." You explained enthusiastically, leaning away from her to continue. "One of the neighbours was giving it away, I'm not sure which one I haven't learnt any of their names yet. But I've set it up in the living room."
She smiled, fulfilled by your infectious happiness. "Let's go have a look, then."
Grabbing Agatha's hand, you beamed at her while pulling her towards the setup. She was more than happy watching you crouch down to point out every detail, eagerly explaining how each part worked. "Westview doesn't exactly provide a wide range of music to choose from." You gestured to a stack of vinyl. "So that was the best I could do."
Agatha flipped through them, eventually separating one out from the pile. "This one." She declared, passing it down to you. "Trust me." She winked.
You didn't dare question her decision, rather wordlessly took out the record and placed it carefully on the turntable. There was a few seconds of scratching static sound before the opening notes of the first song begun to play. It had the nostalgic melody typical of all fifties music, washing over you like a warm wave of romance.
Agatha crouched down next to you and reached out to grab the needle: the music stopped. "Do you mind if I...?" She was asking to skip to a specific song, you realised. Curious about her intentions, you nodded.
At your confirmation, she moved the needle inwards, screwing up her face as she tried to pinpoint exactly where the song began. After a brief silence, she dropped it back down and a new melody started to play.
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Agatha stood up, extending her hand down to you.
Out of the mist your voice is calling, 'tis twilight time
You grasped onto it, allowing her to pull you up from the floor.
When purple-coloured curtains mark the end of day, I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
She began to gently sway back and forth in time with the music, the arm wrapped around your waist encouraging you to do the same. Her other hand, still grasping your own, was lightly stroking against the skin there. You were in heaven, and willingly followed her relaxed rhythm.
"Good choice." You whispered into her ear, leaning further into the embrace.
She stretched out your joint hands, encouraging you to detach slightly, then spun you around before pulling you back to her. "You sound surprised, darling."
"I didn't doubt you for a second."
She squeezed at your waist playfully before resuming the rhythmic swaying. You stayed like that as the sun set in the background, casting a pleasant golden glow over every surface. Dancing with Agatha was something you'd never foreseen in your future together, yet if every evening in Westview ended this way than you would've willingly stayed here for the remainder of your life. Although, no matter how perfect everything seemed, you knew this lifestyle wasn't maintainable. Instead you resigned to savouring the moment and committing the unattainable to memory.
Each day I pray for evening, just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time