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『 love 』
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LOVE IS AN odd concept- if you really think about it.
The emotion itself is hard to describe, and it changes your brain chemistry in an inexplicable way.
Phoenix never felt love.
Delores felt love daily from her mother and best friend.
Five felt love but in a different way than others did.
Five loved his family. He loved Delores- the mannequin- but that wasn't real, it was just his brain trying to find some sense of comfort.
The two of them didn't know exactly how to express love. Sure, Delores now had her mother and Ash who had shown her real love, along with her showing them love, but that was different. That was familial.
Delores chewed on her lip as she pulled apart the vending machine in the station that was one of the dirtiest she'd been to.
She wished they visited a hotel in different timelines more often- but they had been focusing on trying to get home more frequently.
It had been five and a half years since they got stuck in this never-ending hell.
Delores honestly was just living day to day- occasionally flashing a smile at Five.
It felt like her life was on a never-ending loop that sounded like a broken record lowly in the background- which was driving her fucking crazy.
"Fuck." Delores winced as she accidentally cut herself on a broken piece of metal that had been hidden from her view, which caused her to get hurt.
Five glanced in her direction, "Are you okay?" he asked with concern, while letting go of the vending machine he was pulling apart, and began to move towards Delores.
Delores shook her head and swallowed thickly as crimson began to drip down her middle finger, coating over her pale skin, "Yeah- um. Fine."
When she heard his footsteps shuffle closer she moved her gaze to look up at him, and he frowned at her wounded finger, "Doesn't look it." he said, and gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, to inspect her finger.
"I'm fine," she said, but the blood that began to coat over her finger said otherwise.
Five frowned at her, took a rag from the pocket of his jacket, and wrapped it gently around her finger, tying it at the ends. He sighed at her dull expression.
