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The soft rustle of the leaves as Agatha walked away, sent Rio spiralling.
”I’m so sorry, Agatha,” a soft sob slipped from her throat, and she spun towards her lover’s retreating back. “I shouldn’t have done it, and I’d do anything to bring him back.”
Agatha paused, still refusing to look at her. Rio hurried over her words, praying to every deity she’d heard of.
”I knew you were going to hand yourself over. I knew you were going to do something stupid, I just jumped to conclusions.”
”You know, I was going to offer my magic. We only brought Nicky along, because I wanted him to know how to survive it all.”
”I know, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think; and I-I-I…” Rio was hyperventilating, and she staggered backwards towards the rock. She flung a hand back, not caring how hard, and she slid herself down to the ground.
Agatha had whipped around at this point and was immediately by Rio’s side.
”Shhh, baby. Breathe,” Agatha pulled her into her side. Rio tried to focus on her breathing, anything to ground her, when she felt a tear land on the top of her head. “I know, baby. I know. I’m so angry, but I don’t know what to do.”
They cried, and clung, and shook.
”I love you so much, Aggie. I would die if you asked me to. I wanted to die after Nicky. I tried, baby. I’m so sorry I failed you. I tried, baby. I tried.”
”I’m so glad you failed. I may be so angry with you, I see red, but I still love you so much, I would die with you.”
”I’m so so sorry, Aggie. I’m so so sorry.”
”I know, bunny. I know.”
Neither knew how long they had cried together, and only moved when Rio did.
A small hand, caked in dirt, trailed up the side of Agatha’s tear stained face. It grabbed a fistful of hair, and Rio watched as Agatha’s eyes rolled back.
”I love you, mi amor flor. I love you, and I regret it.”
”I know you do, bunny.”
Agatha’s eyes darted to Rio’s lips, again, and instead of turning away, Rio dragged her down.
Agatha moaned, and moved into her lover’s lap. Her hand settled against Rio’s chest, and Rio’s own started grasping at her hips.
