A/N: So if any of you remember the tv series Sleepy Hollow I had written this👇🏻little one-shot a couple of years ago but never really shared it with anyone. It's a gender-swapped Ichabod Crane and Abigail Mills, so enjoy, and please let me know what you think of it. Because I had forgotten how well written this was. Enough from me and have a read.

Coming back to a place that once held happiness and fond memories plagued the heart and mind of one Isabella Crane-stepping into the cold empty house, shutting the front door behind her as she heard Joanna's truck drive off back and attend to Master Jake. Isabella turned to look back at the front door expecting Arthur to come through it any minute, all laughing and smiling. But she knew that there was no chance of it happening.

Not bothered about the house's current condition, she went upstairs, not to her bedroom but his. Her hand turned the doorknob. The door swings open slowly upon Andrew's bedroom. At this point, she was beyond caring about the state of his bedroom that she constantly nagged about. His everyday clothes are scattered around the room, lying on the wooden floor.

Walking in, she perched herself on the side of the four-poster bed she knew that he had slept on. It was covered in midnight blue bedding in disarray, all of the duvets crumpled up at the bottom. Isabella now pulled off her boots, slid off her coat, and took the hair grip out of her auburn locks as they tumbled onto her shoulders. Places her cell phone on the bedside table.

She moved to rest her head upon his pillow after having brought the duvet up to surround herself with the familiar scent of his spicy cologne. Her body started to shake uncontrollably as the tears and the pain she'd been holding at bay since coming back from Pandora's lair broke free.

Isabella had realised in that very moment Arthur walked into the tree's portal shard in hand before it blew to smithereens. There was no denying it anymore, as she watched him sacrifice himself for everyone's safety. Isabella Crane had developed a love for the very man she called lieutenant. The tears she silently cried put her into restless slumber for the rest of the night. She tossed and turned to replay the horrific events over in her mind.

"Andy!" She sat up straight, screaming his name, covered head to toe in sweat, hoping he would have heard her call of distress and would come running through that door. But knowing well that reality has hit home for Isabella that this was no nightmare.