n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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I wake up a few hours after my talk with Five. I stretch my arms and legs, and slowly open my eyes, blinking harshly at the light coming into my room.
I feel over-heated. I look to my right to see Five's bare chest that I'm laying on. The memories of the hours before coming back.
Me asking Five to take his shirt off.
The house shaking, just like the cabin was before everything went wrong.
Me telling Five everything that happened at the cabin as he held me as I cried.
Us falling asleep, with me on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
I look to see Five's peaceful face, knowing that this is the first time in a while that he's truly looked peaceful. He looks his age, with the weight of the world off his shoulders. I get out of the bed, placing a pillow in my spot as he immediately cuddles it to his chest.
I smile, going to my closet and throwing on a pair of sweats and some white air force ones.
I head to the window and head out to a bakery down the street to get coffee and pastries for Five and Me, since Griddy's is burnt down.
I give Five one last look before making my descent down the ladder.
I start my walk to the small french bakery down the street, not knowing that Vanya was just about to blow up the academy with my family and boyfriend inside.
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Many years ago...
"Reggie. Don't you look dapper." comes the voice of a sick British woman.
"Well, I thought it was right to buy something special for the occasion." says a young looking Reginald. Reginald hands over a violin. "As you requested. I didn't realize that you felt up to playing."
"I don't." sighs the sick woman. "I want you to take it with you."
"No, my love." pleads Reggie, knowing what his wife is going to say.
"Please. Find someone..." starts the woman. "...who'll love it as much as I have."
"I can't leave you." says Reggie sadly. "There must be another way."
