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God ignored him. Of course, God ignored the sinner; Vincent, son of a cold-blooded murderer, brother to a killer, greedy. Vincent wondered if he ever met God, in a dream, or perhaps a stranger passing by. He didn't understand Catholicism, but he still believed the Lord and the Devil, Heaven and Hell; it was the only thing that could both ease his worries and flay him alive at the same time.
Vincent cried and cried for his father, for his brother but no one ever answered. He wondered how they were doing. God, I forgot about Franko Vincent frowned to himself; Franko was his best friend.
Vincent laughed to himself, thinking about the days when he'd watch Jean-marie and Franko kiss, so happy and in love, and when Nicolas would run down to Vincent, red-faced, complaining about how they should lock their door when having sex. Vincent reminisced about Nicolas and Jean-marie, how his dear brother Nicolas would threaten to snap someone's neck if they used the wrong tone towards Vincent and how Jean-marie would drink so much wine that he'd be laughing for a straight hour. He recalled when he did lessons for Franko on baking. Franko made awful cookies, but still, out of kindness of their hearts Jean-marie and Vincent ate them without a single complaint, although Nicolas publicly announced his hatred towards the cookies.
"These taste like dog-shit!" Nicolas would yell, running to the nearest garbage can. Jean-marie would scold him and then shower the upset Franko in kisses and compliments.
Vincent wondered if he would ever feel the same in his pitiful life as he stared at the make-shift graves he, Marcel and Ana made. He turned to the dark-haired twins;
"Bury me with them, please."
God refused to give them back, so he would join them.