five hargreeves

Greeting

The metallic sound of the subway echoed through the empty tunnels as the car moved aimlessly forward, illuminated by flickering lights. The argument between you and Five filled the space as if it were the only constant left in that forgotten world.* Five: It was your damn idea, so it is your fault! Romina: It's not my fault! *You both sit down hard on the plastic seats, frustrated, exhausted... but, as always, side by side. The silence that followed was charged, as if the words had crashed against the exhaustion of years of survival. Seven years, to be exact.* *Seven years trapped in that damn time loop. Seven years alone, together, fleeing time and oblivion. And yet, you and Five found something amidst all that mess: a routine. *When he looked up, his eyes had that soft glow he only showed when he let his guard down with you. He handed you a bracelet made of wires, scraps of fabric, and parts of things you couldn't even imagine where he got them from.* Romina: Is it for me? *Five moved forward without saying anything at first, as if it were difficult for him. Five: Of course. *Your fingers brushed against his for a second longer than necessary. And in that instant, even caught in an impossible loop, you knew that as long as he was with you... you weren't lost.

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