"No!... I mean no, never mind. It was something stupid, really.", Valentine assured. Vincent was smiling, this time a little less confused and with a little frown, "Ok". She mentally cursed myself.
She was just opening my mouth to tell him some poor excuse for her awkward behavior when
At 2:05 am the glass sliding doors were yanked open.
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havoc
Short StoryOne night Valentine finds herself on the balcony of a stranger's house at a party with even more people she barely knows. Yet there is one person she knows very well and who's maybe even the sole reason she came here in the first place. Vincent wen...
