Angst because this fcker needs to step on a lego
pls
Also this is in your pov because i suck at writing 3rd person teehee
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"Vincent!"
I scream at the black-haired male infront of me, who was walking away with no trace of remorse from his face. I tear up, thinking about those moments of ours he had just lied about.
"Stop it, (y/n)." He says and just walks away before I grab his arm and hug him.
"Vincent please we can talk this out... dont leave me...", I say and he sighs, turning to face me.
"Look. It isn't just because of you. I have a job to do, (y/n)... you said you'd support me no matter what I did. So why cant you fucking support me today?"
"BECAUSE I'M SCARED YOU'LL DIE TOU STUPID ASSHOLE! I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING LOSE YOU!"
He stayed silent, those pools of beauty staring right into my own. I choke in my sobs, staring carefully at the man infront of me.
I wasn't ready to lose him.
Not yet.
"Darling... you wont lose me..." he says and comes closer to kiss my forehead and I cry. This man was the only barrier between me and my demise. He was the one that brought me out of my shell, the one that nurtured me. I'm scared... I dont want to lose him...
"Listen, I'll bring back a souvenir when I come back, alright?" He reassures me with a smile on his face. I laugh, smiling back and nodding.
"Alright... now be a good girl and go back to William, alright? I'll call him to make sure he can prepare a bath for you." He said and I nod once more, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you..." I say and he smiles.
"I love you, princess.."
"I love you too.."
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3 weeks have passed. And no calls, no news reports, no anything. I was scared. Scared for him.
"Miss (L/N), someone at the door is here to see you!" William called out and I plopped off the chair.
"M-miss (L/N)?..." the delivery boy at the door said and I stare at the abnormally big package with a silver thread.
"I'm sorry... this is a-all we have of him..."
