"Love look at me"
His voice remained deep yet gentle. I still didn't look at him. My eyes wondered everywhere but his eyes. I could feel him getting irritated.
His hand made his way to my throat as he held it. Strong enough to keep me in his grasps...
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Our life is our story to write. Our choice determines our happiness, our life, who's in our life. Why can't I erase chapters go back in time to change events? If it's our story to write, why not go back and make the story perfect? Live the life of my childhood fairytale where love was everywhere and death was rare. ———————————————————————— Louisa pov
My head started to ring. There was a pounding humming through my head. I opened my eyes, moving up slowly. I was in Vic's room. His scent filled my nostrils. He just got here. How can his room smell like him? I removed the silk covers off my legs, stood up, walking out to mine and Vincent's room. I wish I knew where the elevator was right now would be way more accessible than the steps. I walked up each step getting closer to the second floor, Walking down the hall, I approached my room where there were clothes everywhere, and none of them were mine.
" Love the new room." I smiled. Vincent turned and let out a sigh of relief.
"I swear I didn't pack this much; I have no idea where half this stuff came from."
I laughed a little before grabbing some of his clothes off the floor placing them on my bed.
"Need some help?" I questioned. Yes, things with me and vincent didn't go well, but I can't let that change everything.
"Yes, if you will, please." His eyes were red. It looks like he has had little to no sleep. I kept to myself and helped fold and sort his clothes. He honestly had a lot. Most were white button-downs, while others were plain black T-shirts. He would have colored clothes here and there. Most were plain and simple.
"What is this?" I finally said. Vincent turned to me, confused. He raised his eyebrow slightly. "Where is the color the excitement?" A chuckle left his lips.
"With my innocence." He turned back around and continued to fold. Me and Vincent never really talked like this before. Yea, we talked but only so much. "I have done terrible things. I'm not proud of what I did. All I can do is learn from it. The colors the excitement, I lost all of that Lousia, a long time ago." Vincent's blue eyes grew darker. "This life we live, we can't take time to move on the second we do something good or bad there is something else already in action."
"But you are a good person. You know what you did was wrong, and you wish you didn't do it..."
"But I still am doing the thing, Lousia. I hate doing it, but then I have to do it again and again. A reasonable person would stop to at least do something. In this line of work, we don't have a choice to be happy, do we? If this job were easy, Louisa, everyone would do it."
He was right. This life wasn't meant to be enjoyed. This is a life you have to fight for. Everything you want, you have to fight, kill, maybe even parts of you in the process-all to live. Most of the time, you are just all alone. No one to help clear the pain. You have to live with it.
