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"𝗨𝗗𝗢𝗡"
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"YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT BEING STRONG AND WINNING!"
Vintage wasn't going to lose the stupid fight he was in with his y/n.
"OH YEAH? WELL WHY DO YOU CARE HUH? I SHOULD'VE JUST REJECTED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
Vintage saw how y/n stopped from saying something back, mouth wide open. Y/n's eyes were filled with rage, but then sadness washed over. Vintage then realized what slipped out, he knew he didn't mean to say that.
Y/n's eyes started tearing up. Vintage reached a hand towards his lover, but before Vintage could touch them, y/n ran out of the room crying, more specifically their shared room. Vintage stood in shock, he wanted to run to catch y/n, but his body rejected him and stayed standing, just looking at the wooden door.
"FUCK"
Vintage kicked the discarded clothing that was on the ground and yelled at the ceiling, his hands covered his red eyes. He curled into a ball and sat in the middle of his (and y/n's) room while he sulked. Curling into a ball was something he always did as a little kid, it made him feel safe.
He then rested his face between his knees, staring at the floor, trying to think of how to fix his mistake. He sighed deeply and started remembering how he was placed in this situation, almost like a small kid trying to solve a math problem by breaking the problem apart.
It all started because he wasn't really paying much attention to y/n, only going out with his friends and not caring where or how was y/n.
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Vintage got back from being with his friends. He took off his weapon from his back and carefully placed it on the weapon holder that was next to the messy pile of shoes. He then heard shuffling from his room, he really did forget that he was in love with someone with him.
Vintage looked in the dining room, only to find one candle lit in the middle of the dark wooden dining table, two plates were placed neatly along with a spoon and a fork on the sides. Vintage was confused, what was today?
He went to his room and saw y/n sitting down on the edge of their bed, eyes filled with sadness and betrayal.
