tattoo boy

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Vinnie's POV ☆ |

Angelica now faced me, trembling as she cried. "It isn't my fault," her body curled up into a ball, shivering.

So many tears were coming from her eyes I wasn't even sure what to do. But, the way she was crying means she held onto this for a long time.

"It's not," she sniffled, wiping her eyes and nose.

She sat up, wiped her eyes, and sauntered into my bathroom to grab a tissue. I could still hear her faint sniffling and strangled mumbles.

Comfort her Vinnie.

When I peeked through the bathroom door, she was leaning on the sink, facing the mirror, and silently crying. There was a moment where she threw her hands over her face and broke down crying again.

Comfort her, now.

Quietly, I crept behind Angelica and hugged her. Her body jumped for a second, but then it relaxed. She faced me, continuing to cry but hugging me back.

Damn it, she's been suffering.

"I know...I know that I might seem weak but-" she started with a noiseless voice that was complicated to understand.

Her tears and runny nose smudged on my chest, but I didn't mind.

"You aren't weak Ang. You're brave for letting all of your feelings out. I don't know much about your past, but it's okay to dislike your parent."

"But-" she loosened up on the tears and wiped her face.

"-non of it is your fault. Please don't put that pain on yourself." I interrupted.

Angie's eyes were still moist and droopy with smeared tears on her cheeks. Her lower lip quivered when she still frowned, but her tears were done.

One last tear dropped before she hugged me tighter, leaning her head deeper into my chest.

Angelica's POV ☆ |

Does Vinnie mean this? If I wasn't arguing with my father, then maybe he would've paid attention to the rode.

What if I didn't even call them that day? Was I really allowed to Hate him and everyone that sided with him?

"Are you sure you mean it?" My voice was still going in and out.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't ever lie to you." He left a soft kiss on my forehead.

We hugged each other tight, letting ourselves be vulnerable. However, our moment was soon to be over when I first yawn, then Vincent.

"Back to bed?" He questioned.

"Mhn."

And so we did go back to bed. After I wiped my face and all that good stuff though. He held me in his arms, spooning me and keeping the bad dreams and memories at bay.

Not to be that character, but taking that out and finally realizing my feelings make me feel so much lighter. I feel so much better about myself.

I can't say that I still don't carry that same guilt, but I know that I don't share guilt for hating my father anymore.

That moment was a moment I could take with me everywhere. I'm not scared to love you anymore, Vincent.