NOTE: Every one-shot will have a letter in front of the title. This is so you know which character I am focusing on.
V=Vincent
F=Fisher
W=Wendall
If I decide to reuse an OC I will make note of it. But, usually, there will be a new OC every chapter.
That is all
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Vincent raked his hands through his hair as Alice banged their land lord across the hall. He hated this. Hated living in a shitty run down villa. Hated trading the only woman he ever cared for, for rent money. Hated using her as her as his whore.
He choked back a sob as he heard the springs of their mattress creak and the man on top of Alice moan. Sighing, Vincent plucked a letter from a box next to him. He hadn't told her he'd been accepted as Doctor Brennan's grad student. He wasn't sure why.
He turned the manila envelope over in his pale shaking hands. No. He knew why.
She'd tell him to go. Alice always put him ahead of herself. Always had.
Vincent closed out the sounds from their bedroom out of his mind, quickly heading for the kitchen. He stared at the phone. Hesitating a long moment, Vincent finally relented and pulled the receiver from the hook.
Vincent stared at her sleeping form. Alice's ash blonde hair was scattered around her with the sun's rays hitting it, it reminded him of a broken halo.
She looked older than she actually was. Always had. He'd known her most of his life, ever since they were in primary school.
He blinked and ignored the falling tears. Vincent couldn't imagine his life without her. Alice.
The young woman who put up with his rambling and random facts, and for some reason he couldn't fathom, loved him. Sometimes, when he was nervously spouting off random figures, a look would pass through her amber eyes. One of adoration and a smile would pull at the corner of her lips. He'd never see that look again.
She was his first. First love. First kiss. First everything. And his only.
Vincent set his letter, one written for her eyes only, on the night stand. Leaning over her, he gently inhaled her scent. Pear and some of his cologne from his shirt...her nightgown.
He wondered briefly what she would sleep in from now on. Alice had worn one of his shirt to bed since they were sixteen.
Her brow crinkled as he brushed some of her hair back, but calmed when Vincent softly caressed her cheek. He placed a feather light kiss on her cheek.
"I love you, Aly." He murmured, and then slowly made his way to the door. Giving her one last, forlorn look, he closed the door. And prayed he was making the right decision.
"Hello?"
"You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"
"Aly-" Vincent sat up, grinning.
"Don't, don't even- I can't-" Alice scoffed as she choked back tears. "If you didn't love me you could've at least respected me enough to let me say goodbye."
He closed his eyes, "It's not th-"
"I wouldn't of stopped you." She said lowly, as she ignored the older woman's gaze in front of her. "You know that right?"
He nodded, though she couldn't see him. "I know. Did-My mom took you in, right?"
Alice's bright eyes slipped to the blue eyes of the woman. "Yes, she did." Clearing her throat, she asked, "you're, you're okay, right? Safe?"
"Yeah...are you?"
"Yeah." Alice wanted to ask if he was happy, but couldn't bring herself to ask. She wasn't sure she could handle the answer. "I-um, I should go."
"Alright." Vincent nodded, holding the phone a little tighter.
"I love you, Vince."
He closed his blue eyes, and could almost see her saying it. "I-"
A deafening click cut him off.
Alice couldn't hear him say it. She didn't need to be lied to on top of heartbroken.
"I love you, too, Aly." He whispered, and the empty up-scale apartment mocked him as it echoed.
