❥•ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ¸.

❥•16¸.☆

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I wouldn't mind it... At all~
I wouldn't mind it at all...

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(It's been awhile hehe... Had to reread this entire book just to remember the plot and now I'm back to finishing this((hopefully)) once and for all :'D... sorry for the VERY slow updates)

That incident happened only a day ago. The party has long dispersed and (Y/n) was now back in her lonely house.

She had been thinking back to that moment, where it seemed like it was the first time she woke up, the first time her eyes finally opened...

It was all confusing, of course, but more than anything, it was almost...nostalgic.

The same scenarios she had seen as bits and pieces in her dreams were now clear after the vision Bill unintentionally gave her.

Just who is he anyway, Bill Cipher? Other than the clarification of her dreams, she'd seen plenty, more things she didn't understand, couldn't understand. Including him.

She knew he was in those visions, as the little boy who played with her, the same boy who broke her heart and soul, that much she understood. But who really was that boy, is what she wanted to know.

Who is Bill Cipher?

This questions repeated in her mind over and over again, thinking back to the time she thought they first met, to the time they've slowly gotten closer, to the time they bonded.

Has she ever known anything about him?

Not a single thing, not now, and never before.

Even after the ball, even if he knew that she knew... There was still nothing to indicate his thoughts, his feelings , himself.

Though the visions did came as surprise, nothing bothered (Y/n), it wasn't scary.

It was onto confusing.

Though, what might be scary is how she seemed so calm after all of it, like a clearing fog.

She sat idly in her bedroom floor, sorting her thoughts out.

She has many question, for Bill, for herself, but only one was louder than most.

"Tomorrow is December 22."

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I started this when i was 14 and now I'm 16 and it's still not finished ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ