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"Do you know what heartbreak feels like? Hypothetical..."
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Vincenzo
Vincenzo: How are you feeling? Are you alright?
You: Good, yes. Why? (Read)
You: Hello?
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— [ FLASHBACK ] —
𝐕𝐎𝐗'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 throughout the weeks after your breakup.
He no longer tried to make himself look presentable. He was commonly seen without his infamous hat, not even bothered to put on his overcoat. His dress shirt was half-buttoned. At first, he attempted to tie his bow tie, but his depressive state had also robbed him of that knowledge. He eventually gave up.
His loyal assistant, Peppermint, noticed this at his boss' days at work.
"Can I offer you a coffee of some sort, sir?"
Vox let out a little huff of amusement, not removing his eyes from the array of monitors he had set up. Peppermint couldn't see what he was looking at, but he was able to take the context clues. Vox looked at the monitor lovingly, longingly.
"I'm fine for now, Pep."
"P-Pep, sir?"
"Peppermint. I said Peppermint, dumbass."
Peppermint nods quickly, sputtering apologies before Vox holds up an annoyed hand to silence him. The assistant waits with bated breath to see what witty comeback his boss has — but one never comes.
"Do you know what heartbreak feels like? Hypothetical," he clarifies, letting his hand sink.
"I- um...no, sir."
"Just imagine this, then. You're in love with this girl. You'd die for her. Live for her. Do anything for her... Hypothetically, of course."
"Of course, sir," he replies.
"Then they just leave you." The words absorb the room, causing Peppermint to feel uneasy. But he has a feeling that he shouldn't say anything.
