She was gone.
Rody found it hard to believe. She was the one he thought he was waiting for all his life, and she was also the one who left too quickly. This couldn't be how it would end... yet it all added up- how she was always "busy," how she neve...
CHILDREN, WAKE UP! MOTHER HAS (FINALLY) POSTED, ITS DINNERTIMEEE! >:D
I lost motivation for a while and I'm sorry to those who thought I quit the story! I won't quit though, I wouldn't wanna disappoint my readers ;) I honestly had no idea you guys would enjoy this story this much, but I was so happy seeing all your motivating comments, it means the world <3 Thanks for waiting so patiently, I've been going thru a lot these days and I might need to vent lol (which is saying ALOT bc if you know me, I avoid venting unless I REALLY have to-) but I don't wanna disappoint y'all, so here's the chapter you were waiting for!! I tried to make it longer than usual to make up for not writing for a while ^^
(sorry to disappoint, planetdeath, they can't fuck this chapter... or make out... it's not time yet ;0)
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And to think these are only SOME of the silly yet motivating comments I found- If your not on there, dw, I just grabbed the first ones I could see lol- and if you are, then, you just got shouted out :D
YA GURL WOULDN'T WANNA KEEP HER BERRIES WAITING NOW, WOULD SHE? ON WITH THE STORYYYYYYY >:3333
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"Make yourself at home, Rody."
Rody hadn't stayed at Vince's apartment in a while, and he definitely missed it. He missed cuddling on the sofa with Vince after a long day, he missed Vince trying to teach him how to cook without him burning the house down, he missed the lemon tree, and he even missed the ugly bathtub, which is saying a lot.
A few weeks ago, he stayed and sometimes even slept over almost every day after his shift, but after the conflicts between him and Vince, his visits became less common. Vince's apartment was really starting to feel like Rody's own home- he knew his way around perfectly and memorized almost every piece of furniture. He could probably draw the apartment rooms effortlessly by memory if he tried. He'd just gotten so used to the place, and Rody would be lying if he said he didn't miss it, so it wasn't too hard to make himself at home.
After all, it felt more like home than back at Rody's own apartment, where he felt... well, alone. Vincent was practically a piece of Rody at this point; Rody couldn't picture a life without him. Being next to Vincent was like Rody found his place in life, and he felt safe. He felt that he could trust Vince, and he found home in gaze, which had gotten familiar now. Even if Vince wasn't his and would never be, Rody appreciated the moments after his shift where he spent time alone with Vince, and was truly happy for once. He was more than glad to be able to relive those moments again.
"Thanks Vince, uh.." Rody looked down, his hands gripped tight around something behind his back. He blushed, not knowing how to say this. 'Okay, you got this, just- get this over with-' Rody thought to himself. He took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, and thrusted a bouquet of flowers into Vince's arms.
