The One In Purple (Vincent x Reader)

Chapter 5~ The Past Unfolds

You sat down in the chair across from the man whom invited you over, Vincent. The only sound in the room was the gentle roar of fire in the fireplace. He looked up at you debating on what say. There was a bit of silence for a moment as you reached for your mug. You were a bit nervous about what he was going to say about the photo you were looking at. After Vincent recollected his thoughts he was ready to talk.
"Alright, Y/n, two years ago I married my highschool sweetheart. We dated for the longest time before I proposed to her. She said yes, of course, and about two months later we had our wedding. It was not a wedding that was all decked out. It was simple. A few months later after our marriage she became pregnant with my child", he said looking at the photograph above the fireplace, "his name was Cayden."
"You all look so happy in the photograph, Vincent", you said glacing back up at it, "what happened?"
Vincent's eyes became glossy as if he was about to cry when you looked back to him. He was looking down as if he was ashamed. He shook his head and looked back up to you. You couldn't help but feel so terrible for him and you didn't even know what he was going to tell you. You knew something was very wrong.
"Y/n, It was my fault. I was driving him home one afternoon a-and...",he said choking up, "there was a blindspot and another car collided into me."
You began to tear up yourself. You tried to fight the tears back but you could not. You began to make the connections of what he was going to tell you. You remebered how there was no one else who was here when you were first looking at the photograph of the happy family. Vincent wiped his eyes and finally looked back up at you.
"The other car hit the right side of us-....the side my son was on," he paused for a moment, "it was all a blur and before I knew it, there were ambulances and police... they took us to the hospital. I only had minor injuries but... they tried everything to save my son."
Vincent didn't want to plainly admit his son's death but he is hoping you were catching on. This is a sensitive subject and you wish you had not drawn attention to the picture but you didn't know. You set the mug down and readjusted yourself in your chair.
"I understand, Vincent", you said wiping your eyes, "you do not have to talk about it if you do not feel comfortable. I didn't mean to-"
Vincent cut you off.
"Y/n, do not apologize. It isn't your fault", he said.
"But it isn't entirely your fault either! If there wasn't a blind spot then you would have known to stop", you reassured him.
"My wife didn't think that."
You both went silent. You wanted to ask but in a sense you already knew what he was going to say. It was all making sense. Before you spoke again, Vincent got up. He picked up the frame above the fireplace and gently sat it face down.
"As much as I would love to redo that day, I can't", he said softly, "that was a long time ago, y/n, you can learn to move on but you never forget."
As you were looking at him you noticed the reflection of the fire on his soft blue eyes. Additionally, looking into his eyes you could see the sorrow. You got up, faced him, and brushed the hair out of your face. Then you placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Vincent, everything has reasons, reasons we may not understand. It's hard to lose two people who you love.
You can't just put this all on yourself.
I understand you have accepted what has happened but you must know this isn't your fault. You obviously loved your son and wife and you would have NEVER hurt them on purpose", you say meaning every word.
     Vincent weakly smiled a bit. He knew that there was truth to your words. He even felt more relieved in a sense that someone else agreed with his unspoken perspective. He looked at the hand you had on his shoulder.
"She was a different person after the accident. A few more weeks after the funeral, she divorced me. Her last words were basically saying that staying with me would be too much of a reminder," he said looking at you as you stood there by his side.
He saw the real concern you had for him. He could truly see that you cared about his feelings and were willing to talk, but he didn't want to make this visit about him anymore. Hearing your positive intake on the situation made him feel lighter. He wanted to show his gratitude but he didn't know how. Almost on instinct, Vincent pulled you into a hug. You were surprised by this but you accepted it. As his warm body was against yours, you could feel the subtle beating of his hear.
"Thank you, y/n, I needed this talk."
"Hey, there is no need to thank me. I am glad that you got this off your chest. How long have you been harboring on this?", you asked as the hug broke.
"A while."
     You two sat back down again. Only you returned to your original seat while Vincent sat right next to you. He seemed to be in thought as he finished the rest of his coffee. What Vincent probably needed the most was relaxation, you thought to yourself. That's when the idea hit you. Why don't you invite him to go with you to the lake? Nothing is more relaxing then sitting along the edge looking out at the distant city, listening to the water. Also the weather was supposed to be nice tomorrow. You've never went out by yourself after what happened in fear of coming across your attacker. It was a good idea.
"Vincent."
"Yes, Y/n", he said facing you.
"Why don't you come with me tomorrow to the lake?"
     Vincent lit up with a grin. He hasn't been out in a long time, or been willing to but you could tell he seemed welcome to the idea.
"Sounds like fun y/n! Do you mind if I bring my camera", he said without delay.
"Bring it! It will be great, Vincent! I can come here and pick you up."
     Vincent slipped out a sticky note and a pen, "what time?"
"10:30am", you responded.
     Vincent smiled and put the note on the coffee table and got up. You could see the excitement in his eyes. In result, you got up as well and before you left Vincent stopped you.
"Y/n, thank you for coming over today. I can not wait for tomorrow", he said smiling.
"I can't wait either!"
     He hugged you once more before you left him. You blushed a bit and smiled up at him. He was lightly blushing too but he looked away so you couldn't see. Chuckling, you said your goodbyes to him and you were on your way.
"Until tomorrow, miss y/n."

-TO BE CONTINUED-