You Know You Love Me~ (Vincent x Scott - purplephone)

Painkillers.

A/n okay so I have no idea what to write but I want to get started on this chapter, and also, I hate my previous chapter's (the first ones) so I'm glad that I'm probably improving. So that's a great sign in my opinion. Anyway-

(TW- MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DRUGS)

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Vincent's pov

It was cold. Freezing and unbelievably unbearable. But it wasn't chilly, it was just average, and yet, it felt horrible.

Scott was just crying in the guest bedroom, sobbing uncontrollably. It made me sick.

I wanted him to stop, I wanted everything to stop. I wanted him to forget. I wanted a fairy tale ending.

And yet, here I am. A side character in someone's depressing story.

I hate this.

I hate him.

Despite the fact of me not having any friends whatsoever. And now, finally managing some kind form of a relationship...

I wanted Scott to dissappear.

I never wanted to carry someone's burdens on myself.

For all I care Scott can go jump off a cliff.

Stop.

Im sitting on the cold floor, my head against the now depressing guest rooms door.

I felt stupid.

Why was I feeling guilty?

I didn't do anything wrong! That stupid rat committed suicide all by himself!

But, maybe... if I wouldn't have let Scott stay at my place, That rat would've been alive, and Scott wouldn't be a weeping mess.

I don't understand, how can a person get so emotional over a stupid animal?

I needed to make Scott stop crying like a child, but I'm not the kind that can deal well with emotions.

Well shit.

I hated this, I really did. Usually, I would just 'shut up' the person who was getting on my nerves, but I made a commitment to try and make a friend...

....

Friends are stupid.

My thoughts were swirling around my head, but the stupid sobbing wouldn't stop.

I can't take it anymore.

I got my ass up from the floor, knocked on the door and entered.

I saw Scott on the bed, pouring his heart out onto my white bed sheets.

I sat beside him, and just watched. I had no idea what to say.

Then another thought entered my genius brain, if I learned about psychology, how the fuck am I so bad at understanding emotions?

Well I understand emotions, but have no idea how to deal with them.

Yikes, I'm hopeless.

(no one's pov)

"heyyy... stop that..." Vincent coo'ed as he wipes a tear from Scott's very red face.

"My life is miserable, I'm a grown adult, work in a shitty job, the only thing I cared about is dead, AND I have no social life. I am miserable." Scott just murmured under his nose.