A/N: So... This was originally written about my dad... Anyways, I went back and reread it and it reminded me of Vincent. It can be taken from basically anyone's point of view, pick whoever you want. It's really short...
Disclaimer: If I owned Final Fantasy I wouldn't be sleeping on the floor in my living room...
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I started drinking red wine because of him. Zinfandel, it's always been his favorite. I always wondered why, but now I understand. Or at least I like to think I understand. I probably don't, who could ever understand him completely, right?
Anyways, it's only a theory of mine. You might get it, although I think you'd have to drink a lot of red wine before it really made sense, ya know? Zinfandel is kind of bitter, but at the same time it has a sweetness to it. Kind of like, 'Yeah, I'm alive. But I don't want to be here anymore.' It's like... The sweetness comes from being alive, but life is so bitter that you don't even know if it's worth it. It sounds crazy, but I think that's why he likes the flavor so much.
He's always bought good wine, too. He's never been stingy with it. Actually, he buys expensive alcohol period. He has a bottle of rum that cost sixty dollars. Well, he did have it. He's probably drank it down by now.
God, he pisses me off. He abandoned me and I'm left with all these broken pieces to pick up. Only God knows why I'm even trying to put everything he's broken back together. I'm leaving someday, though. Someday I'll just disappear and never come back to this.
Who the hell am I kidding? I'm never gonna leave. I'm always going to be sitting here waiting for him to come back. Too smile at me softly and say hello. I'll be sitting here drinking my sixty dollar a bottle Zinfandel for the rest of my days, hoping, and wishing, and dying.
Because now the wine's taste suits me too. It's sweet, watching the people walk by and knowing they could touch me. But it's bitter, knowing they never will. No one will ever touch me, because I'm too preoccupied with the past and hopeless homecomings.