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『 coffee-stained pages 』
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"WHAT?" DELORES ASKED, as Five blinked out of his trance, his gaze having been locked on her.
Five shook his head, as a smile grew on his lips, "Nothing. You're just pretty." he said, his finger drumming on her legs that were in his lap, while her back leaned against the armrest of the couch.
Delores hid her face with her book as her face began to warm, and her chest spun with love. A laugh slipped her lips, and she lowered the book from her face.
"Yeah?" she asked, as she closed her book, and tossed it onto the coffee table, "You're making me blush." she tucked hair behind her ear as she leaned forward.
Five chuckled, and shook his head, placing a hand on the nape of her neck to pull. Her face closer to his, "Maybe that's my goal." he shrugged. A smile slyly made its way to Delores's lips, as Five's were quickly on hers.
The past week or so has been absolute bliss. Five had proposed to her a week ago, which just kept the two swarmed into a constant joy.
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"Hey," Delores lifted her head, seeing Five grab his bag, and began a beeline towards the door of the greenhouse, "where are you going?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing.
He immediately spun on his heel to face her, a light smile placing itself onto his lips, "We just ran out of scrap metal." he informed.
Delores rolled her eyes at him, and dipped her head into a nod, "Alright. I'll join you in a minute." she closed the box she was organizing.
"Okay, love." Five shrugged and began to step backward, and Delores scoffed at the nickname that tagged along at the end of his words.
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Five stepped down into the dark pit of hell- the station. His boots scuffed against the cracked and rough concrete floor. He clicked his flashlight on, and the beam lit up his path.
The dark engulfed the station as he stepped through it, pointing the light around the station- trying to find anything that would be useful.
A long electric cord hung from the ceiling, and Five figured he might be able to use it for the old BMW out back. His hands reached for the cord, his fingers wrapping around the wire.
