Tailored to You

"Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy."

Vincent's quiet voice filled the room that was as vast as the emptiness inside his heart, its spacious atmosphere looming over his lonesome presence amidst the many shiny decorations in the room, the rows of books standing in a neatly manner on the shelves lining the walls as though silently eyeing his still figure that was supported on the desk by his elbows for his eyes to meet with the ceiling above him, one adorned with a beautifully painted sky that matched the one beyond the windows, its limit only bound by the horizon, and staring back down at him as though wishing to further emphasize his small presence engulfed in the silent air around him with only his wandering mind keeping him occupied.

"Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company..."

As though wishing to immediately seize the chance to taunt him upon hearing the lyrics, the thoughts circling his mind gently held his chin and guided his eyes to the photo sitting on the desk, the only one displayed in this entire office, while taking his hand forward to grab it and turned it backward to look at the couple in it and the scene of many people's dream, including Vincent. The photo seemed as though it came straight out of a fairytale, out of what one could imagine when talking about a typical yet oh so magical happily-ever-after a person could experience if they so desired, if the radiant smile on the woman's face wasn't an indication while embraced by the arms of the man standing next to her, both of their silhouette illuminated under the warm sunshine with branches above them providing them shades and creating intricate flickers of light adorning their figures. They looked so beautiful together, and most importantly, they looked happy besides one another, with not a single doubt behind their eyes as though it was sure to them that no matter what came their way, they would get through it as long as they had each other.

Vincent's eyes narrowed at the woman while his thumb lightly brushed against the frame near the man's face.

Vincent felt he should feel jealous of her—after all, why shouldn't be envious of the person who had lived his dream, someone who had what he couldn't, and someone that Vincent should be saying "it should've been me" to? He was supposed to be jealous, perhaps angry also from feeling as though she took his place, yet no matter all his attempt to get mad, all that ended up stinging his heart with was sorrow.

What was he sad about, he had not an idea. This sorrow, it wasn't a pure shade of gloomy blue that would embodied the sky to signal the arrival of a heavy rainfall, but rather the blue of the ocean surface after the storm had passed, swaying with waves of conflicting feelings between feeling sad for himself, sad for her, but also strangely... glad. He was glad for her, so sorrowfully happy for her that when his mind was screaming at him to hate her, to resent her for taking the position that it felt should be his, he couldn't find it in him to do so. His heart wouldn't allow him to, for it knew it was the gift life had bestowed upon her to let her spend the rest of her life with the man she loved, to laugh and to cry with her beloved, and to have a glimpse into what her happily-ever-after would've looked like if the Grim Reaper hadn't taken her hands and had her follow him, for the clock on her had stricken midnight. Her happiness that Vincent's heart knew she rightfully earned, it was ripped from her hands so soon that even the Grim Reaper hesitated to follow through with his duty as he stood in front of her soul, feeling as though it was not yet time even though he was not at all wrong in his timing, but that was before she extended her hands to him, beckoning him to lead the way.

"She was beautiful, wasn't she?"

The red-haired man said with a soft voice upon returning to his office to see the photo in Vincent's hand, and the realization weighing down on Vincent's mind made him take a quiet pause before he could find his voice.