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By the time I gather myself again, Vincent's long since asleep. 🤍🖤
Vincent leans closer into my personal space, making me recoil a bit.
In middle school, we see each other again. Vincent looks more frail than I remember him being. 🖤🤍
'Ah. I see. Should I say what you want to hear, then?'
In middle school, we see each other again. Vincent looks more frail than I remember him being. 🖤🤍