Can You Feel My Heart {Reboot}

The Feeling Of Not Feeling At All

Hey!!Mono Nightmare here! So,I'd firstly like to tell you all that this chapter is a LEMON!Now, if you don't know what that is,I advise you to find out before reading this chapter. For those who either do know what a lemon is or don't want to find out,I'll put in an end/beginning  point for you all. Please don't judge😥😅 this is my first lemon guys.  Also, I just really like this song (No One Does It Better by You Me at Six) and it kinda reminds me of this chapter. I hope you all enjoy!!

WARNING: Lewd language and description. Get ready for some nosebleeds my killers!!

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She opened the door to the cabin,letting her feet drag heavily against the wooden floor. In one hand, she carried a half full bottle of water (not half empty,at least that's the way
she perceived life), and in the other, she held Jeff's hand still;hoping that he'd wouldn't let go just yet. Jeff,very much to her disappointment, let his fingers slide from the confines of her heavenly prison hands and walked to the kitchen. He poured himself a small glass of vodka;vodka that which was graciously provided by the sick fiend that helped them escape that hell many of months ago. Wincing,he set the glass down. Slowly, he took a few small steps towards the fridge and pulled the door open,taking out a heavy amount of thick steak. She smiled,knowing that he'd been talking, nonstop about having the red meat since they reached midway past the forest. Of course,she'd also know that it was her that would have to make of the meal since Jeff only really knew how to cook eggs and potatoes-which was perfect for breakfast yet,not so much for dinner.

"Doll,could you show me how to cook?" Jeff cocked his head towards the side,waiting for a reply. With a slight giggle,she pranced towards his built frame while holding a broad,cheeky smile on her face.

"Of course Jeff,I'll teach you how to cook. It's a lot simpler than it looks." After many of many mistakes, dinner was almost ready. The corn (which was canned before being dumped in the pot) was steaming lightly on the stove as the potatoes baked to a fine crisp in the oven. It had taken them awhile to start the steaks due to the fact that,1. She said that touching slimy meat was a man's job and 2.she didn't want to touch it after Jeff had made a dirty reference to "Jeff Jr" and of course since Jeff was Jeff 3.made the mistake of trying to make her touch the steak but, not before 4. getting a agonizing,cheek-reddening-I -probably shouldn't -have -done -that slap across his paper white skin. A fiasco,it truly was.

"Get the cast-iron pan out,Jeff. Then take a little bit of olive oil and coat the bottom of the pan."

"Done and done."

"Now stick the steak on there." He laid down each steak down carefully,making sure not to burn his hand. And of course,yes, it had all ended well since he had killer instincts to be there when he wasn't paying any mind to the hot stove.

It had been awhile but, the night dragged on; landing with another rainstorm which evaded into a thunderstorm, one more powerful than nights previous. It was then,just as the clock struck the witching hour,he had awoken to loud thudding noises of thunder and the continuous whispers of the voices in his head. They lead him back into the dreaming abyss, back to the many years prior of rage and death and sadness.

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Scribbling out a note, he left it on the table of Jane's dinning room.

"Aren't you coming to dinner?Your friends are here too." He knew that would send chills up her spine somehow. Jeff left the house and made his way back home, making sure to sit where he could see her.

Tap.Tap.Tap.

He pressed a smile through his lips and looked out the window.