Running.
Running.
Running.
Vincent, panting, out of breath, dry sour throat and bitter tears.
Why did he run away? Stupid stupid useless. Of course Gilbert doesn't remember. 100 years. 100 long years. What else did you expect?
Vincent stops by the sea. The dark glittering streetlight sea. Wind whips his face, stinging his eyes cold and harsh. A gasp of desperation. Tears falling. Fall, fall, falling into crashing waves, hands clutching the railings that separate the city and the sea.
What did he expect?
Well?
What did he expect except cold glaring absent eyes? Disgust and fear in a touch he thought he yearned. The harsh repulsive shove. Stranger.
Red eye.
Vincent was, is, always
unwanted.
Oh, he knows that.
But unwanted by Gilbert?
Wasn't he everything? Didn't the whole universe exist for them? Absolutely every single thing Vincent did: everything was for Him. Everything.
After all, Gilbert was the only one. Loving and protective in a time of hatred. Sun in the dark. Sight in blindness. The only one who ever cared. The one who knew that Vincent would ruin everything, but still cradled Vincent in his arms and said but everything would be ruined without you.
Don't you understand? You're my little brother. I love you. Of course I won't leave you. I won't leave you for anything or anyone. I'll take care of you forever, I promise. I love you. And don't you ever forget that.
The black sea was so angry that night. Spitting saltwater explosion. Tearing rocks apart. Tearing hearts apart. Fall in me, it screams. Drown in me. I am the sea, so die in me.
A hundred years ago Gilbert loved Vincent. And don't you ever forget that.
No, you never forgot that.
And all those lonely tearful nights Vincent promised himself: Once he finds Gilbert, everything will be alright and he will be loved, again.
But instead: once he found Gilbert, everything was lost.
Vincent was Gilbert's little brother.
Now, Vincent is nothing. Unwanted. Repulsive. Alone.
Was, is, always.
Still, it will only be a matter of days, he convinced himself, only a matter of days until Gilbert remembers. Remembers how much he loved me, how he promised to take care of me and how everything was supposed to be ruined without me.
Tiny trembling body.
Shuddering heart.
Gasping cries and broken eyes.
Vincent wipes his tears with his sleeve. Maybe he did die in the sea tonight. Because he certainly isn't alive anymore. Everything is gone. And all there is left are cruel smiles, empty passion and infinite tears of laughter.
My first fanfic in my entire life so please be EXTREMELY HARSH AND LOTS OF CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Thanks.
I'm sorry Vincent isn't very badass here. He will be more badass next time I promise.