#counter-clockwise

counter-clockwise – chapter 8: quīnque

“December 7th, 2019,” Lucy voices quietly. Rosalind hums. “We went on a hike in Griffith Park. And what a beautiful hike it was.” Then, the killer looks pleased, evocative. “You barely caught my attention then. I was so focused on John—you just seemed like another officer trying so hard not to stare at me. I’m used to it, you know. You didn’t seem special, even after you arrested my attempted assassin. When Caleb took you, I just thought, ‘Her?’ But you surprised me. I underestimated you.”

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counter-clockwise – chapter 10: trēs

“I… I need to tell you something,” Lucy begins, her voice barely above a whisper. It’s just words. She can do this. She glances at Rosalind, who looks far too pleased. “Just in case.” “What is it?” Tim asks, concerned. Her voice trembles as she forces out the words she had been coerced into saying. “I… I love you,” she chokes out, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.

counter-clockwise – chapter 12: ūnus

“I’m okay,” she settles on. It’s probably a silly thing to say, but she needs him to accept this—she won’t have him doing something stupid, like blaming himself, because of her choices. “It wasn’t for nothing; I thought it’d save Nora. I don’t regret it.” “I do,” he responds heatedly. “I should’ve ignored you, I should’ve cut into that floor anyway—” “I meant what I said,” she responds before he can continue. “If Nora died because of that, I never would have forgiven you, or anyone else involved.” “I don’t care!” he yells back. “I don’t need your forgiveness, I need you to be alive!”