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『 delores 』
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DELORES HAD A dream the other day that really freaked her out. Sure, she had the one about the office place, but that one was no big deal- probably just being sleep-deprived.
But this one was different.
She was placed on the same afterlife beach that she had in her past dreams and saw the mannequin there again. The one that was barely a torso, arm, and head.
Delores- mannequin Delores- spoke in a backward-warped voice, like the one before. Like the one on the subway.
Then it was the stupid fucking memories that flooded Phoenix's mind the moment she placed a hand onto the mannequin's only hand.
The memories stuck this time.
Delores woke up in a cold sweat- shivering as she jolted into a sitting position, ripping from Five's arms that always held her when they slept.
Five tried his best to calm down the woman he loved but she just rambled- her words barely coherent, while sweat dotted her forehead.
All the little things that scattered her demeanor worried Five. The sweat. Her frantic eyes. The rambling. Her shivering. Her words.
Her words.
Her words.
It freaked him the fuck out.
Delores rambled on about random flashes of memories ( ? ) or scenes that flickered through her confused consciousness. It was like distant memories that echoed through her skull, finally pushing off all the dust that they had collected.
That night neither of them slept. They sat on the couch all night, a space between them, as they stared into the small flame of the lantern on the coffee table.
Neither of them spoke all night. They just let their minds ponder all the possibilities of her dream.
Okay. Yeah. It was a theory that Delores was right about the whole joke about being soulmates. It was just a theory.
This Delores couldn't be Five's mannequin Delores.
The next few days neither of them spoke on the topic of the only thing that haunted their minds.
