I made a little fanfiction of the hug scene in the empty grave. What would have been if it was Lockwoods view and a little more. Sorry, for the crappy english. I hope you enjoy reading it anyways.
The last few days in hospital had drained me and my limbs were heavy as lead. I don't know when I had slept for the last time. Still, I couldn't go to sleep yet until I knew everything was all right. I cleared away the last remnants of my breakfast. George was safe and home again. I found myself staring out the window into the garden at nothing in particular. Barnes' reproving gaze had haunted me since I'd met him at the hospital. Made me feel like I was to blame for the way he was. I heard a thump in the stairwell and my heart did a somersault. It knew what that meant.
Before the door had even really opened I heard her voice "Hey Holly!" then she paused in the doorway of the kitchen and stared at me. She hadn't been expecting me and yet there was something expectant in her gaze. God was I glad to be back. Back in the rooms where you could meet Lucy Carlyle. She brought a fresh scent into the room that enveloped me and made me think of my childhood. The smell of lavender and wood - my sister and the attic.
"Hello Lucy." I turned to her. Her eyes were on me. I wondered what she thought of me. After all, I couldn't make a very good impression. I cupped the back of the chair near me with my fingers and felt the warm wood.
"Is he ..." she stammered. She looked at me as if her whole world might end with my answer.
"George is fine, he's still alive." Of course she thought of George first, I hadn't thought of anything else for the last few days. A twinge in my heart told me that it didn't suit me that she wasn't thinking about me. Asked how I was doing. A craving arose in me that I had had many times before. The desire to be close to her. I looked at my fingers to distract myself from it - to think of something else. I didn't succeed. Otherwise we had always been close in a different way, which was why I had managed not to give in to this longing. But now it was growing. Had built up during the lonely nights at George's bedside. I held onto the back of the chair convulsively, weighing the pros and cons in my head. I sensed she wanted to know more. About George. Maybe about me too?
A jolt went through my body and my legs had carried me over to her faster than I could really think. I bent down to her and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. But the size difference still left a gap between us. I dug my face into the crook of her neck and inhaled the smell of her lavender shampoo. She hesitated for a moment and then put her arms around my neck. I heard a soft sob.
"He's okay?" She murmured into my shoulder and suddenly i felt like she was too far away from me. I pulled her closer and straightened a little so that she was standing on tiptoe. The gap between us closed and I felt how warm and soft she was. Her breath on my neck and how it stroked my skin. Something fell away from me that had been like a rock on my shoulders all this time. There was only the slightly accelerated beat of our hearts and the realisation that I never wanted to let go of her again.
