The Other Side

PROLOGUE

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                           ¬¬*THE OTHER SIDE*¬¬

                                    ¬¬PROLOGUE¬¬

"I'm tired of this! I can't keep pushing time Vince!" Candice cried out, slowly sliding the scintillating engagement ring off her delicate finger.

Vincent watched helplessly, perplexed, brought back to life only by the cruel clink of her ring landing on the glass table beside his bottle of Whiskey.

He felt so surreal, like a nightmare he was desperately trying to crawl out of. His mind was playing ruthless tricks on his vulnerable heart, plunging arrows of pain mercilessly into it. For a man who had been moving on wheels a fifth of his life, love was the only air he had ever exhaled. The only language he had ever known.

His tongue finally regained mobility, losing its numbness.

"Honey! What has my poor soul done? What horrible act has it done so much that it has drowned you in this pool of misery?" He breathed.

He hoped she'd pour out her soul, that's she'd let him know what was hurting her this much.

Wrong.

She whipped around unexpectedly, beautiful strands of hair flying as she did so. But as she did stormy pitch black orbs met his, her breath-taking eyes now deadly glistening marbles.

"Honey? Honey! Don't honey me Vincent," she bit back, her voice an octave lower, laced with anger. She stared right into my eyes, as though a despicable commoner had spoken the forbidden to royalty.

He was in a rude awakening. Stuck. Lost. His head tilted and bowed as he slowly turned his wheelchair in the direction of the fireplace. In that moment Vincent felt as though all the flakes of gold in his palms had been blown away. Lost forever to the winds of the earth.

"Candice! Help me understand. Has loving you evolved to be something wrong?" He tried again, voice hoarse, throat dry.

Candice dragged her feet as she slowly walked in the direction of the fireplace. She knelt next to him, her previously cold demeanor, now a distant memory. She paused in the midst of their silence, before caressing his left hand, waiting for the right moment to pour out her inner thoughts.

"It's not about you loving me. It has never been. It's-" She sighed.

"It's about me falling into a black hole after trading love with you."

At that time Vincent realized the chemistry had been dissolved. She was in a different place, a dark part of her intuition, hinting on her-- it was time she left. Reminiscing about past memories and events that Vincent had kept fortified in the deepest parts of his mind, he had to react to her shift. Fight for the future he saw in his past until that heartbeat of affection fades away. Without doubt he wasn't giving up without fighting for her.

"Baby! Umm sorry, Candice I.." before he could say anything meaningful, she froze his speech with her words, "you should have stopped trying. Its only your sophisticated yearn for my body that made me present and as for my emotions, they hardly existed." His world paused for a moment, only her words were in motion. Her honeyed tongue had uttered bruising words to a fragile organ. She made his heart ache but it was best he shoves the pain deep underneath his chest.

"It's been a long day Vince; its time I go rest now." She said it effortlessly. She rose up, with a very little excuse for departing, she paused for a moment while gazing into his eyes. Leaning in, he was left in awe with her warm and soft lips pressing against his right cheek not too far from his own. Quite puzzled, he had shifted into a different realm. One that made his soul shiver on the brink of delight. He had been made to surrender in silence, watching her stunning beauty of a goddess depart from his presence as she walked out.

He was lost in a moment. A moment of the broken paradise.

In the process of taking in what had happened, he fell in deep appreciation of how his soul took sanctuary in the gates of her love.

Meanwhile, lost in his wonder, he didn't realise knuckles hitting against the wooden door would make this beauty worship all defunct. Indeed, he was lying in a thick cloud of a temporary event.

As the knocking continued, he gazed through the window and to his surprise, his mind was right. The blue and red lights flashing outside had created an alteration of events.

"It's the FBI! You have thirty seconds to show yourself." A man shouted in a gravelly and elevated voice as he had been delaying to respond.

In a moment of sinking and facing a dark reality, Vincent had to find a loophole before handcuffs defined his path.