Ghost || Number Five || The Umbrella Academy

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(Y/n) feet tapped on the pavement, sirens heard on the back of her mind as she approached the cafeteria.
She overheard an officer telling another one that several men were killed inside of it.
She was late.
The cold winter air made silent fog come out of her pale lips, as she sighed deeply and turned on her heels, her mind at unease.
She was always or too early or too late, it was an old habit that she couldn't quite change.
She knew Five was the only one capable of making such a mess.
She searched inside her pocket and pulled another cigarette, quickly lighting it up and taking a long, nervous puff.
After a while of standing near the crime scene, she decided to go back to her apartment, her feet dragging behind her as she kept a slow pace, trying to enjoy London in the night.
She took her keys from her jacket and opened the door, a familiar scent wafting by her nose. The sweet scent of the vanilla candles Vanya had gifted her for her birthday, her favourite smell.
She dropped the keys and her bag by the couch and swayed by her small kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out her favourite drink. She opened it carefully and took a sip, the cold liquid pouring gracefully down her throat. She sighed again and shot a glance at her phone.
Should she call him?
She should, after all, even though she would never admit it, the girl missed him deeply.
(Y/n) was now sitting down her fluffy couch, pressing known-by-heart numbers that Vanya was so kind to give her down the phone. The line beeped several times until a rough voice was heard on the other line.
"How did you get this number?"

A/n: I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY. I will try and update as soon as possible, but until I finish the last season, would you like to know the author better? Let me know if it interests you, if not, it's totally ok! See you next chapter :)