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『 not described as happy people 』
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HAPPY. HAPPY WAS not a word to describe Delores.
Delores in any timeline or at any point in her life had been described as a happy person.
She had her moments. But actually embodying the joy was a different topic.
Delores stepped out of the shower into the foggy bathroom, after scrubbing her skin and hair for the past forty-five minutes.
The train station was almost enough to cause her to barf, because of the rats that ran across the tiles, the broken empty vending machines, and the grime on the walls.
After getting changed into some new shitty clothes— that she would probably have to wear for a long while before they traveled to a new timeline— Delores left the bathroom.
Delores wasn't ever described as a happy person.
Five wasn't ever described as a happy person.
Both of them were odd people. Five and Delores.
Five has been angry or upset for as long as he could remember.
He didn't want to be. It's just how he was. It was in his blood and nature.
Although he didn't know his mother, he knew the anger and the person he was had always soaked into his soul.
"I'm done," Delores said, drying her hair with a towel as she stepped from the steaming bathroom.
The two barely spoke to each other anymore.
Maybe it was catching up to them that they might never see their old life anymore. Or maybe it was the fact that it was a never-ending search for nothing that would only drive them to insanity.
"Okay." Five said with a sigh, as he looked around the modern-themed room.
Five walked past her and into the bathroom without another word. Delores tossed the towel onto the bed, looking around the room.
Every time Five and Delores made it to another timeline and stayed at a hotel, they used the stupid honeymoon method.
Delores looked over at the complimentary champagne on the dresser.
