-BookTwo-
...It's just too late...
They aren't the same as they once were.
She isn't as trusting. He isn't as kind.
Both are filed by anger, the other one left behind.
One year together.
A decade apart...Then the Apocalypse.
Lots of ANGER. Lots of...
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The stirring of the body beneath had woken me up, but I didn't want to get up for the day just yet. Instead, I made it my mission to keep my eyes closed, just begging for sleep to come my way.
But it didn't happen.
I just looked ahead, trying to ignore Dixon as he continued one motion to pull the hair out of my face each time I tried to fall back asleep. And finally he chuckled as he knew I gave up. "Sleep aight?"
"Better after you came." I yawned, blinking my eyes the smallest to allow the sunlight to my pupils. But even then I groaned out, making his body chuckle.
What soothed me even more was the motions he had drew on my back. His memory of my tattoo, making me smile even further.
"Think we needa get up soon?" I shook my head and allowed him to stretch as I rolled off. And he took that to go straight to my stomach to plop down on. Even then he didn't allow himself that much, he rose back up. Sitting in the center of the bed as he tried to wake up. "Feelin' better?"
"Dixon..." I warned, making his gaze faulted down from there. So he nodded along, making me rise up as well. Nicking my head to the side as we needed to get going.
I'm excited to get food, even if it's prison graded.
"Thought I was dreamin' when I saw this lil guy." He said, holding onto Snowball and laughing at it, he's the one who found it. And I didn't have the heart in me to leave it behind, even now.
