Love is Dead

7 weeks & 3 days

WARNING: this fanfic contains nicotine use, cannibalism/gore, cussing, gay stuff(obvi), and regular relationship things.

Chapter 5 exclusive warning!!!!: mention of the F slur in the second paragraph, it is not censored.

-insert name- = Pov change
'thoughts' = character thoughts
"words" = Dialogue
(Info) = translation/adding info
[Phone] = someone speaking to a character on the phone
If there is nothing around the text then it's a character's action or a character's past action.

-Vincent's Pov-

I stare at Rody from the kitchen who's waiting tables looking like all the color from his soul is gone. 'Why?... Why did I have do this to him?' I take a deep breath shaking my head. 'He's.. He really loved her, huh? I mean, he's idiotic so I suppose that's why he didn't see the toxicity but I feel... Bad for him?'

I walk into my office and sit down, picking up the letters out if my trash can, from his girlfriend who left him. I stare at one of them 'Love, Manon. Huh.. She was able to write that to me but not even say it to Rody? She is- or she was, I should say, pathetic. She lied right to his face and used him and went behind his back and called him pathetic, useless, stupid, and even..' I slightly gag at the word that the she used to describe him. 'A faggot, that's really how you think of your boyfriend who worked himself to death just for your own needs, Manon?' I stare at the letter, a picture attached to it- Manon. I rip up the photo and toss it in the garbage.

I toss the letters in my desk drawer. And I run my hands through my hair, sighing, my eyes land on the newspaper. I pick it up and skim through the text, until I notice a mention of the bistro. 'La gueule de saturne is a fine place to dine. Although the waiter they have working is subpar at best. The-' I don't finish reading it.

It's stupid to even think about it. I lean back in my seat, recalling the many times a critic has criticized Rody, and I know it won't be that last but, for some reason it's making me.. "what's the word? Upset? That sounds close to it..." I say under my breath.

"FUCK!" I jump. I walk out of my office and peak into the dining room. And sure enough, Rody's on the floor, his uniform messy, wine spilt, food on the floor. 'The problem is, who said fuck? Rody or the customer next to him...?'

Rody stammers and stutters "I- i... I'm so, so sorry! I promise i wasn't trying to spill-" the customer cuts him off.

"So? You still spilled our food and drinks! And you look pathetic!" Rody tries saying "look, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but you can't yell at-" the customer starts yelling more.

Rody gets up and raises his voice "Fucking listen! I am trying to tell you that it's my fault, I'm sorry, and I will get you new food. But you need to lose your damn attitude! You came here to eat, not to complain." Rody takes a deep breath and smiles "Are we clear?"

The customer reluctantly nods and Rody walks to the kitchen and calls "can we get a redo of order number 8, please?" I stare at him as the chefs all get back to work.

And he snaps at me "What are you looking at?" Slightly aggressive.

I stay staring at him "apparently a man who's been pushed well past his limit, I suppose."

He glares at me and says "oh? Well I wonder why that is. Vincent." He places a hand on his hip and grabs the order and walks back towards the table.

'Shit.. I didn't realize that he could be so.. Cold." I feel my face get warmer. 'What? What is this? This doesn't make sense.' I head back into my office, trying to collect myself.

-Rody's Pov-

I groan. I put on my best smile for the rest of the customers throughout the day. I've become accustomed to doing this since the whole Manon breaking up with me thing. But what I try telling myself happens to be 'A fake smile is better than nothing. I'm pretty sure I learned this growing up. You know? The whole A smile will make you feel better sort of shit? Yeah. But that whole thing is bullshit. Smiling doesn't make anything better. It's just makes you look like a pathetic clown. But I will say I'm used to being perceived that way.'

Throughout my shift I start thinking about Vincent. 'My feelings for Manon are gone, drained. Nothing. This doesn't make anything make sense. And yet SOMEHOW I'm not super pissed off at you. and I should be! You killed my girlfriend and bit off my ear. I should be yelling at you. And yet I'm not.'

A customer snaps his fingers in my face "did you hear us??"

"Oh, of course, sir! I'll get you that right away!" I rush over to the kitchen.

Hours later. I'm exhausted. This is really tiring. I take a deep breath and lean against the door of the bistro.

"Rody." My head perks up and I notice Vincent in his casual clothes, a black turtleneck and jeans. And he's handing me a white shirt, jeans, and a jacket.

"Change in the bathroom down here. You're coming with me." I take the clothes from him, confused, and I go inside the men's restroom to change. I walk out, and look at Vince.

He opens the front door of the bistro and tilts his head that way. "Come on. I want to walk."

"Uh.. Okay.." I walk out with him.

We're walking together- or rather I'm walking right behind him because I'm following, not knowing where we're going.

Vince opens his mouth looking like he wants to say something, but closes it again. And we're back to walking in awkward silence. Definitely not my favorite thing ever. But he surprisingly says "Rody-"

Hiiii. Yes you get a cliffhanger. Don't complain. Anyway love y'all this is chapter fiveeeee.