I'm so sorry I've been away. Christmas is a little busy for me, but now, I have time because Christmas is finally over. Along with New Year.

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"It's always about time," She said.

"We can't do anything about it." She added.

He shook his head. "It's because we are lost in it. We lose track of time."

She sighed. "Yes, and that makes my point."

He laughed. And she was confused. "Yes, and this will make my point."

And he kissed her.
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Jeff's P.O.V.

"Shut up, Slendy! I can do it. You know I can. We have time!" I once snapped, and glared at the man who had no eyes to stare back. I don't get it, but I can feel him glaring at me as he look disoriented. He wasn't in his usual suit, he wore a long sleeved shirt and shorts. At first it was funny––and since it was the middle of the night, it was––but when I knew his purpose, it wasn't, anymore.

"Jeff, that's the problem," my glare hardened. I didn't want to talk him about this, not again. We've already had the matter in our hands, and I wasn't worried one bit. I paced around, trying to calm my nerves and refraining myself from shouting at him.

He continued.

"The problem is, you think you have time."

I stopped. He sighed.

Don't all of us have time?

"Jeff," I looked back at him as he called my name, my walls crumbling down as he said the next lines.

"You can't wait forever, Jeff."

He disappeared after that, leaving me to think both what the hell should I fucking do. I groaned, and jumped on my bed, sniffing.

"Fuck you Slendy."

I can wait forever if I fucking want to. I rather waste my life with her because she's so worth it.

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"_________.." I whispered in her ear, and she shivered in her sleep, making me laugh. "Come now, ________..." I whispered again, and this time, she groaned, and lied back on her back. She groaned again, cracking one eye open, and opened both of them when she saw me. I softly smiled at her sleepy face. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned out, "Hud mowneng.."

I laughed, and leaned in to kiss her forehead, but stopped. I pulled back, smiling. "Get up. I made dinner."

She sat up, surprised I bet. "We aren't spending dinner with the others?"

I shrugged. "Quality time." I answered, and went back downstairs, looking around frantically to see if things are settled in and perfect. I grinned. She was going back down here now and so I stood next to the dinner table. She was still yawning, and she was dressed in jeans and a shirt. When she looked at me, she stared, and tilted her head to see the dinner table, humming.

"What is this?" She teased, and sat on the seat next to me. I smiled. "What do you think?"

She raises an eyebrow, but didn't say anything further, which I'm grateful for her or I would've been a nervous mess.

"Jeff?"

I looked at her. "Yes?"

She smiled. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch me eat?"

I shook my head, smiling back as I sat down next to her. She looked at the meals I've cooked––well, tried to cook and eventually cooked them alright. She's been sleeping for hours and I only have done three dishes, and it's not one hell of complicated dishes, just simple ones. First, I cooked bacon and eggs. Toasted bread with cheese, and then, chicken nuggets. Smiling, she got one of each of the three meals and she looked at me, smiling cutely. "Thank you."

She immediately went back to eat, leaving me blushing. I sighed and put my head in my hands. She wears too damn cute. She looked at me, tilting her head. "Are you okay?" I leaned back on the chair and nodded, smiling at her to assure her. "I'm fine," I said. She nodded and continued to eat. I decided to eat with her too as I tasted my own cooking.

And so far, it wasn't horrible as I imagined. I sigh happily. Thank Slendy for teaching me all these years.

Wait, no. I'm supposed to be mad at him. Angrily, I stabbed the fork in the nuggets and chomped it hungrily. Yeah, I'm mad at him.

"The problem is, you think you have time."

Why would he even say that? Of course I have time. As I said, she's worth my time and I don't care about Slendy's constant nagging. I chewed the toasted bread, my teeth clashing

"You can't wait forever, Jeff."

The hell with him!

"Jeff?"

I looked at her. "Yes?"

She smiled again. "Thank you again. It was delicious." Then, her nose wrinkled and I laughed. "Where are we?"

I stopped from the middle of eating and tapped my fingers on the table. "Well, uh," I smiled nervously. "We're in my friend's humble home," I lied. It wasn't any of my so-called friends' home, it was just an abandoned house. It used to have people, but I got 'rid' of them. I look at the floor, and a shiver ran down my spine when I remembered killing them with a smile––the shiver was most likely to be from ecstasy. I like the feeling, it's thrilling.

"Jeff? Who is he? Or she? I want to meet them! To say thank you for letting me rest here."

Ah, fuck.

When she stood up, I stumbled to get up too as the chair fell down. "No, no need! She's, uh, in vacation. I asked her if we could spend few days here?" It was mostly in a questioning manner since I didn't tell her we'd be spending a few days here. An invitation, yes. At first, I thought she'd want me to get a proof for that but instead, she nodded and smiled. 

"Alright," she looks at upstairs, "Buuuuuuut, I don't have any clothes." I stared at her. "She also said we could borrow some of her clothes for you since I told her you're new here." I answered as fast and plain as I could and she narrowed her eyes on me, grinning.

"Am I?"

I rose an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

She grinned. "Am I new here?"

I shook my head, smiling softly. "Well, uh, no, I don't think so." I answered, unsure and she laughed.

"Don't worry, I lived here for months––" No, actually you lived here for a year already. My smile shrank. "And yeah, I don't think I'm new." She added and I nodded, seeming down because I am. She seemed happy just being with me, and I am too. But I want to do more than that and I don't want to force my feelings on her. I've loved her for a long time yet I don't think I can bring myself to change her. She is who she is now.

Yet, I still miss the kisses, the hugs, and the warmth next to me when I sleep.

I want her to remember all the things we've been through and I want to continue the marriage.

But why am I doubting this?

"Jeff?"

I looked up at her. "Yeah?"

She stared at me hard, which made me sensitive to what to say to her next. "I'm impatient." She simply stated which left me confused. She sighs, and sat back down, and I followed her movements. She looked at me again, and we both stared at each other. She's not even blinking and I even forgot she had eyelids. She frowns.

"Who am I?"

And there, I am speechless.