~chapter twenty-nine~

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Y/n woke up in a cold sweat dreaming about everything that happened in her life, only the traumatic experiences though.  Tortured.  Manipulated.  Hurt.  Sobs rack her body as she wakes up, her palms bleeding from pushing her nails into them.  Five wakes up too and looks at her.  "Hey, hey love whats wrong!?" She looks at him with now a straight face, "I'm fine." She says bluntly staring into his eyes.  Five hugs her and squeezes her arm a little .  "What's wrong?" He asked her as he moved his hand up down her arm, knowing she was lying.  "A uhm b-bad dream," She says and mentally punches herself for stuttering.  "What was it about?" He asks wanting to know what made her so shaky and jumpy.  "It doesn't matter anymore," She says now laying her head on his chest and slowly falling back to sleep.  Five kisses her head and rubs her back until they both fall asleep. 

The next morning, Five wakes up before Y/n and makes her breakfast.  Which consists of eggs, toast, and y/f/c (you're favorite type of coffee).  He sets it on the night stand with a fork and everything she likes to put on her eggs.  He lightly shakes her to try and wake her up, which in return he gets slapped in the face. "Oh sorry, you scared me," She says giggling.  "And how did I scare you, darling?" He asks looking at her.  "You were too close to my face." She replied and a joking glare.  Five laughs and her face and the comment.  "Where is everyone?" She asks confused by the silence in a house that's usually buzzing with noises. "Doing what I told them to do." A smile creeps onto Five's face.  "Oh no, what are you thinking?" She asks smiling as she sees Five's wide smile.  "Since we are alone..." He starts.  "No." She stares bluntly.  "Why!?" He whines like a toddler.  "I'm still sore from three days ago!" She complains.  "So!?" Five says, ironically sounding like a five-year-old.  She giggles at how he is acting.  "I love you" She says as she kisses his cheek.  "I love you too, oh!  And I made you breakfast!" He says the five-year-old energy still not fading.  "Aww thanks love!  Do you want to split it with me I'm that hungry."  He stares at her with a blank expression.  "Y/n the last time you told to split food with you threatened to break up with me because I was 'stealing your food.'" She giggles, "Yeah, because you were duh."

"What would I do without you?" He asks kissing her head.  "I don't know, die?" She says sarcastically.  "You know sometimes I hate you." Five says chuckling.  "That's not the first time you've said that." She says with a smirk now plastered on her face.

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