Chapter 3

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Quick authors note: That's Vincent. Alright, that's all!

I walked home alone, just like I usually did.

I saw Vincent sitting in the park. I wanted to go talk to him.

I didn't.

Instead, I went home and I locked myself in my room.

I sat there for a while in the dark.

Thinking.

About him.

I didn't want to think about him.

But I did.

I sat there.

Thinking about, about him, in the dark.

I don't know why.

I don't like him.

But I can't stop thinking about him.

Maybe he will talk to me again.

Maybe...

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