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Summary: Vincent is a loner, a sinner, someone who just needs love. Then he meets a girl named Lucrecia, and his world automatically changes. The only thing standing in the way was her feelings, and his dangerous drug habit. Can someone save Vincent from himself? Takes place in highschool. Other AC characters featured, also.
Introduction:
There he was, in the dark alleyway next to Midgar High, smoking a cigarette before the school bell rang. Groups of students were cluttered outside the door, hanging out with their own 'people'. 'Damn them, damn them all,' Vincent thought, taking another puff of smoke before dropping the cigarette and crushing it with his black boots that had little chains with skulls on them. He walked out of the shadows of the alleyway, emerging just in time as the school bell rang. 'Another day,' he thought.
It was called Midgar High, where all the kids in Midgar go. There were all different kinds of people; goths, loners, preps, nerds, jocks, and some kids were just normal. Vincent was getting sick of it all. He had one friend, though. His name was Cloud Strife. He fell under the angsty/loner category, but people still liked him. He had a girlfriend, Tifa Lockheart. She wasn't a prep, or bigheaded, she was just popular. Alot of people liked her because she was nice.
Vincent used to cut school almost everyday, but decided to stop doing it because it gave him something to do. Cloud knew that Vincent did drugs, and tells him to stop, but Vincent doesn't. In his own mind, it helps him cope with things that go on. His dad died while on a mission for the Turks, and he never knew his mother. He lived alone, in a crap apartment. 'Gives me freedom,' he had once said to Cloud. But behind what people saw everyday; a scary, drug addict who wore black all the time and pushed people away; there was something he wanted more than anything.
Love. Something he never had. Even though when he saw a couple kissing or hugging, he'd think, 'Screw em', he wanted it. He wanted love, because he never had it. Either he wanted it just to know what it feels like, or just to know that it exists. For a long time, he didn't believe in love. Thought it was a scam, something that was never real. But that didn't stop him from wanting it. But, he could never have it. He knew he could never get anyone who would like someone like him; a lone drug addict. But, it came to the point where he was starting not to care.
It was just a matter of time.
Something will happen. His angel will save him.
Was that okay? Okay. That was just the introduction.
