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⑱ WHITE RABBIT: ⑱

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"IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE, D. He doesn't talk to me like he used to," I confide softly. I adjust my tie as I look into the full-length mirror in my room.

Delores sits on my bed, leaning back against the wall as she watches me get ready. She slept over in my room last night so that we could catch up a bit. Yesterday was both emotionally and physically draining.

I've officially been in 2019 for three days now, meaning that Five and I have only six more days to prevent the end of the world as we know it.

The apocalypse.

Fuck. I feel like there's this crushing weight on my chest. The overwhelming reality that we might not have enough time to save the world isn't necessarily something I want to have to worry about right now.

I reach into my coat pocket and sigh as I make my way to my window. I take out a carton of cigarettes, slipping one out and placing it between my lips.

"Five isn't about to confess his undying love for me. He doesn't trust me. Not after..." I mutter, blinking as I turn to face Delores again. "After my attempt..." I keep speaking with the cigarette in my mouth, causing it to dangle loosely between my words.

Delores stares at me blankly.

Okay. Maybe I should have sugarcoated that a little better...

I remove the cigarette from my mouth to hold it between my fingers before continuing. "I know. I know, baby. I left you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I stride toward her before getting on my knees and taking her hand in mine. "I don't deserve you..."

Delores doesn't move to face me, so I place my hand on her chin and turn her head to look me in the eye.

She looks at me knowingly. 'You should talk to him,' her eyes tell me.

"What, like, ask him out?" I raise my eyebrows at her. "We're kinda on a bit of a deadline, Doll," I remind her skeptically. "We can't necessarily postpone everything just so that we can have a love life."

I stand up straight, placing the cigarette back between my lips before pushing myself away from my bed and heading back to the window. I take out my lighter from my pocket before bringing it up to my face.

I light my cigarette before taking a seat on the window sill, looking out at the fire escape and ally below.

Knock, knock.

I turned around to see Five standing at my door, duffle bag in hand, his other hand raised from the way he had knocked on the door.

"What are you two talking about?" He asks huskily, clearly having woken up recently.

"Delores wants you and I to get back together," I deadpan, looking out the window again before taking another drag.

"Of course she does," Five replies, giving Delores a scolding look. "We're back in society now, Delores. You don't need to be our marriage counselor anymore."

"Uh, if I remember correctly, you were counseling us," I recall, smiling at the memory as I gaze at him, pointing between Delores and myself. "We had a ring and everything."

I clearly recall the tinfoil ring I wore for years after my engagement to Delores. My, my, how time flies when you're suffering the unbearable weight of having to save the world.

"Yet, you still divorced in the end," Five rebuttals, stepping further into the room. His head snaps to Delores as he holds a finger up to shush her. "Hey! I didn't steal your wife. I just was a terrible therapist for you two, alright?" He justifies.