I looked down at my watch.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒．．．
I only realize the rain is bitterly cold because my skin carries the heat of my blood. My exasperation warms my body; boiling inside of me like the sun.
How could they take something that is s...
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Me and Five were sat on the cobbled road, we pulled away from our warm hug. I sat up to face him, then he began to smile showing his dimples. He stood up holding out his bloody hand for me to take. I stood up groaning from my spinning head, from the alcohol, and took his hand. Our fingers intertwining. With his other hand, Five grabbed the alcohol bottles that had been scattered all around where we had been sitting. He then safely put them into the battered red cart and grabbed the handle to wheel. As we were walking, the cart rustled in and out of every pot hole in the devoid road. Ash and soot fell like snow from the bleak sky, our faces were soon covered in it.
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We arrived back to our deserted house, which was the remnants of the library. The wind blew through my H/C hair (A/N: your hair colour), as I rummaged amongst our stuff. We had been collecting anything we would find or anything useful thing during this apocalypse. Five put the bottles back into our alcohol collection, then poured himself some cold coffee.
"So, Y/n....do you remember that....uh....little house just outside the city, that I was telling you about?", Five questioned me.
"Yeah, why?", I questioned five.
"Well, guess what! It turns out the wine cellar was untouched. So I thought I would pick up a few bottles of your favorite Wine", Five smiled.
"Thank you Five, that's so sweet of you. You know...I think you drink too much!", I giggled.
"Ah, now, that's an exaggeration. I don't drink too much. You know, I work hard all day", Five smiled.
"I...Well excuse me... I work hard all day every day as well", I scoffed.
"I know-", Five began to say but I cut him off.
"Well your the one who got us stuck here in the first place", I mumbled under my breath.
