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You wake up earlier than normal, putting on a black pair or trousers, lilac button up shirt and a black vest.
You sit, teasing and curling your hair to perfection.
You want to be perfection.
After all, today you're determined to tell Agnes how you feel.
You apply a bit of makeup, but ultimately rush downstairs.
You very quickly make breakfast, eating it just as fast.
Your shoes take far too long to put on for your own liking.
After all, you just want to get to Agnes.
That's all you want.
Quickly you check yourself over in the mirror, nodding in approval.
You turn to the door, hand not lingering on or just above the cold metal of the handle like it did yesterday, no.
Today you know what you want, and you know you're going to do it.
The door opens with significantly more ease than yesterday.
Despite your rush you do make sure to lock the door before jogging over the road to Agnes' house.
Once at her door you stop, remembering your disappointment yesterday.
Remembering how you knocked and got no answer, remembering that defeated feeling.
It does stop you for a moment.
What if it happens again?
You shake your head, surely it won't.
You find yourself filled with determination, with hope, and you bring up your hand.
Three times do your knuckles hit against the wooden door, perhaps a touch harder than you intended.
You bounce from foot to foot, impatience and adrenaline growing with every passing, albeit slowly, second.
It feels like your heart is pounding in your chest, the eerily silent air or Westview no comfort to you at all.
More and more seconds pass.
Unlike yesterday you don't leave, the thought crosses your mind but you ignore it.
You will tell Agnes.
You must.
After a few long minutes you raise your hand once again, knocking thrice more on the door.
Agnes might not have heard the door the first time.
Another few minutes pass in silence, until it is broken by the sound of a key turning in a lock and a chain dropping against a wall.
The door opens slowly, relief washing over you at the sight of Agnes.
"Y/n, I'm terribly sorry, I was upstairs putting some washing away." You smile and nod.
"It's okay, I was wondering if I could talk to you actually. I have something I would like to tell you." For a second you see worry cross over her features.
It doesn't last long though, the familiar smile appearing on her face
Agnes steps to the side, gesturing for you to enter.
You step through the door frame, the house being quite cold in comparison to the warm air outside.
You follow after Agnes, looking around curiously.
This is the first time you've been in her house, the first time you've seen the interior.
It's tastefully decorated, but also quite minimalist.
There are a few odd pieces that don't exactly strike you as something Agnes would choose but you're not here to judge her.
Not at all.
Agnes guides you to the back of the house, pulling out a seat at the dining room table.
You take the seat when she motions for you to, giving her a shy smile as a thank you.
"So, you wanted to talk to me?" Agnes asks, walking over to the kitchen.
You nod, "yes, I.. well." Agnes raises an amused eyebrow at your stuttering.
You take in a deep breath, now realising just how nervous you have become.
"Agnes, I want you to know that I-"
"Y/n, I know what you want to say.. although before you say anything I have something to tell you."
Concerned alone is not enough to describe how you feel.
"I'm about to confirm something you did know and I'm also going to tell you some things that may change your perception of me. I'm sorry in advance." Agnes does look sad, but she doesn't give you time to wonder why.
"Westview, it's strange, corrupted. You know that. It's too quiet, I know you saw the edge of town. I know you know, Y/n." You nod slowly.
You do know, you did go to the edge of town alone. How she knows? You have a feeling you're about to find out.
"As for me, Y/n, I'm not.. who you might think. I'm not a resident of Westview, this isn't my house. I'm not this bubbly nosey neighbour. My name isn't Agnes."
You just stare, trying to process what she is telling you. As you stare purple smoke surrounds her, outfit changing, hair changing.
"My name is Agatha. Agatha Harkness. I'm.. well I'm a witch. That's how I knew you were going to come. I know what you wanted to say. I was going to tell you last night but you didn't answer the door. You don't deserve this."
You spend the next few minutes in silence, watching her closely.
Your head races, thoughts and feelings of all kinds swirling in your head.
"Agnes- I mean Agatha.. You don't.. you're not affected by Westview." She looks over at you now for the first time since she revealed herself to you.
"No, I found a way in on my own, a way to be free of it, but to also read it to know what to do." You stand, walking over to her.
"Why doesn't it affect me as it does everyone else in Westview?" Agatha shrugs.
"I'm not sure.." her voice trails off, thought taking over for a second before her eyes light up. "But I can find out, if you want of course."
"How?"
"Magic, doll." The familiar nickname evokes even more familiar emotions, although it does feel quite strange after what she has told you.
"Will it hurt?" You ask
"The magic? No. Although whatever has caused you to not be affected by the magic surrounding Westview, well, that might hurt."
You think about it for a moment.
"I want to know, I do. I want my memories to be clear, I want to remember." Agatha lifts her hand, fingers stained black for some reason.
"Wait." She doesn't move any more, patiently waiting for you. "Before we do this, whatever happens promise that you won't leave me alone to deal with it."
Agnes nods. "I promise I won't leave you alone. Ready?" You nod in response, closing your eyes.
Your head all of a sudden feels stuffy, next comes the pain.
The pain isn't physical, so to speak, it's pure emotional pain.
Feelings and memories come crashing into you from what feels like every direction.
You feel sadness, anger, grief.
The memories are clear now, you remember what happened to your mother, you remember your father and his wishes, where he is.
The lonliness of the past few years, especially your time alone in the house causes more sadness.
Suddenly you come back to your senses fully, the arms around you comforting after so many negative emotions.
"That explains a lot." Agatha mumbles.
"What do you mean?" You ask quietly, not moving from your place in her arms.
"This magic surrounding Westview is built on grief, lonliness, loss. That's what you were feeling when it was created."
"Everything was so lonely, Agatha, after everyone lost in the blip returned I felt such anger." She rubs circles on your back. "Everything was so lonely, and then suddenly the next day I couldn't remember. I met you.. well, Agnes I guess.. and I didn't feel so lonely anymore."
"I'm sorry, Y/n."
"No, please. You've made this false world wonderful, even if you yourself were playing into the role. Even now you're here, comforting me. You've given me my freedom."
You pull away from her slightly now, taking her hands in yours.
"You may not go by the same name, but you don't feel any different to me. You still feel like you."
Agatha's eyes meet yours, they're the same pretty blue eyes as a few days ago, the same ones you came to adore.
You can't help but feel that deep down she is still the woman you came to adore.
This is still the woman you adore.
You know it.
"Agatha."
"Y/n, you don't have to."
"I want to, Agatha. I don't know much about magic, I don't know much about any of what is going on. What I do know is how I feel about you."
Agatha looks down at the floor, the shy attitude a large contrast to the outgoing personality you are used to.
"You've made everything less lonely.. and I would like that to continue. Be mine?" Agatha nods, her smile beautiful as ever.
"I came here to study the source of this magic, and I have gained something magical but in a different sense. Things won't be easy, Y/n. We have to stay undercover. We can't let anyone know except Vision and even then he has to figure it out on his own, but we will have each other. I'll be here to protect you. No matter what."
You smile softly, leaning into her.
Your feelings are out, your mind is free, the only thing that is out of place is that you're dressed as if it's the 80's.
The rest of your day is spent with Agatha, getting to know her.
The difference between before and now isn't all that much, not to you anyway.
It's something that is a relief to know, that she is the same woman you fell for.
Soon enough you head home, the day having long passed.
Your own home is different now, you can see why it all felt slightly off given that, much like you, it seems to have changed with the decade.
You head upstairs, changing for bed.
Once done you realise the plant on your dresser.
The flowers are now in full bloom, a beautiful deep purple.
A reminder of Agatha and the relationship that has bloomed between the two of you.