Vexation

"he was always angry, a rage that could conquer the grounds to puty , there was no remedy for it ; except the soothing of her hold."

S Y N O P S I S

Vincent was a guy of few words. literally. he did not speak much not at all if noticed all attempt subsided. But was feared by any bypasser that would be aware of his power just by feeling his aura. But that didn't baffle him, he couldn't care less. He was scary, too tall for his age and always angry. With a temper mighty scary that no sane man would want to face the wrath of. He would walk down the corridor with his headphones in and hood up making every soul tremble with barely the breeze as he walks by.

Then there was Rose, as fragile and beautiful as her name itself. With porcelain white skin and big doe blue eyes in a town that never knew summer she could have the Satan
on his knees. She was shy and soft spoken but had a heart full of sunshine, rainbows and love. She would look at the most disastrous catastrophy and still find beauty in it. There was not a soul alive not captivated by her innocence and kindness. Her naivety forced the most ruthless to protect her from all malice. Whispers ran in the cold air whether she was an angel sent down from heaven and by god if anyone dared frown upon such a bless would have the heavens broken upon themselves.

S N E A K P E E K

"A-And wh..h..what is your name?" she whispered under her breath still not gazing up.

"-Vincent" he croaked the reply in a deep husky hoarse voice due to his trachea drying up. Staring.

"Rose" she softly murmured in a much lower voice. But she knew he heard her in the busy classroom filled with noisy kids as he nods in response, his gaze not faltering.

Back in the classroom of their everyday Biology class what many fails to acknowledge was the new bond between the Angel who had made the angry boy speak for the very first time and the brooding boy who could not stop staring at the girl sitting next to him with the flower name.