Don't Be So Hard
SUMMARY: He was always so bitter, he felt he had a good reason. Vince Fic.
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Prologue
"Hey Vince," She stopped hesitantly. "It's Brooke, I'm in town, thought maybe we could get together. It'd be nice to see you… call me back."
Her number had always been stored in his cell phone. It was one of those numbers that you had but rarely used; yet it was there just in case. Over the past two years, she had called on a couple occasions but, he couldn't bring himself to answer the phone so it would eventually go to voice mail, just like tonight. His cheeks burned with anxiousness. Of course he wanted to see her badly but, they left off on bad terms. If only they could rewind back a couple of years and pretend like nothing had ever happened. Pretend that she didn't leave him with not much more than an 'I'm sorry' and a goodbye.
His mind filled with flashes of her, she was beautiful; they had a lot of fun together yet, plenty bad times also. Vince was who he was and he should've listened when she spoke up about them; maybe she'd still be around.
Vince hit the erase button on his phone, unable to call her back, or listen to her voicemail one more time.