Am i shameless?
Sure.
Am i proud of that fact?
Hell fucking yes.
If someone had told me Vincent fucking Sokolov would be the neighbour with whom I'd be this attached i would've laughed at their faces.
Because i do take pride in being able to discover the inner layers of a person. And I'm pretty sure I've unwrapped Vincent like those sugary halloween candies.
He's quite , Patient and a good listener. Also judgemental at times. Sometimes he looks at me as though I've done something humans aren’t capable of doing.
For instance, he saw me eating olives with cream cheese and gave me a look that would be enough for one to dig their own grave and hide in it.
But not me.
Why?
Cause like i said. I'm shameless. And proud.
"Wassup caveman " i chirped as i return home.
He just looked at me over his shoulder. Him in his usual tank top revealing those muscles of his.
Vincent looks sophisticated in his daily wear . But when he's wearing anything revealing, it makes me feel like I'm no better than a man.
"Beer?" he asked. My eyes lighting up upon seeing the bottles kept on his porch.
"Exactly what i needed today.. Lemme go freshen up real quick"
We both sat on his side of the porch while sipping our beers and munching on chips. This has become our daily routine now. Just sitting out here. Sharing how our day's have been while either eaiting or drinking.
Usually I'd be more talkative. But today i just couldn’t advert my mind from the events that happened at work.
"What's wrong?" he asked not looking at me. It's annoying how obvious i am when thinga aren’t going good.
"Am i that easy to read?" i say giving him a teasing look. But my smile hardly making it out.
"It doesn’t take a genius to understand what's up with you.. So tell me.. Something happened at work?"
I sigh before looking down at my feet. Gripping the bottle between both hands.
"I covered a news of a murder today... An old lady was killed by her intoxicated son. She was beaten to death by a steal vase..." i say as my voice got quitter by each word.
But Vincent? He just hummed before saying "And that brothers you? It's normal to feel this way when you witness gruesome cases"
"It's not that.. I saw the scene... That man.. Killed his mother because he was tired of taking care of her.. You know what's absurd though? He was hardly ever home. He'd be gone for days leaving her to starve. But that wasn’t enough.. He had to make sure he stripped her from her blood too.. The walls of the room was covered in blood. Apparently he kept hitting her even after she was dead..." i said, my hands gripping the bottle tighter.
"No matter how hard the situation is..nothing excuses murder. At least not like this. I just.. No matter how hard i try i just can't get the image of the blood out of my head. I know It's my job and i see hundreds of cases like this..but i could never get used to the sight of blood. The same blood that was running through an alive human body just a few hours ago."
I felt a soft touch to my shoulder. I looked over to see Vincent.
"You can never get rid of that image Luna. I Won't lie to you to make you feel better. It'll be hard as long as you keep seeing the good in people. You should always expect to see the worse so that You're not disappointed anymore" he said as softly as he could.
"It's easier than done.. Let's drop the topic.. I'll forget it soon anyways...." i say trying to change the topic..
"I lost my mother infront of me... She was laying in my arms. I can still feel her warm blood slowly turning cold.. Her body getting quiter and her face losing all It's colour.."
I look at him in shock. Vincent wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the sky as if he's reliving the moment.
"I was only a kid back then. It's been over 20 years since that happened but i remember everything vividly.. It's a memory i can't escape. But i live my life relying on no one, trusting no one and not seeing the good in no one. Which is why it doesn’t bother me when i lose something.. "
Vincent had never opened up about himself. He just told me ones his father lives far away. And that's that.
"Oh Vincent I'm so sorry i had no idea.. It must've been so hard for you"
"You don't have to be. I've learnt to live with it. So what i can suggest for you is to do the same..." he finally looks at me
"But how can you keeo on leaving without trusting or relying on anyone? Even the strongest one needs a pat on the back ones in every while"
"The moment i get used to the pat is when my downfall starts Luna. I'm trying my hardest already not to get used to a certain Someone's warmth" he said looking deep in my eyes.
His eyes spoke words in an unknown language. Which i didn’t understand. Just felt. Before i could even say anything i felt him slowly lean in towards me..and before i even realized i was leaning towards him too. I could feel his breath on my lips. His lips brushed mine when..
RING RING
A phone rang. Vincent abruptly moved away. He quickly took his phone out and startes checking it before moving inside.
He gave me one last look before saying goodnight quitely. I just heard a click of his door.
That's it
As i sat there frozen.
Did i just almost kiss my hot italian neighbour?
Almost?
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