Then I try and get up and the pain that shoots through my head drops me instantly back on the couch.
I'm on the couch?
It smells like the living room. There's a warm body sitting near my stomach.
There's an icepack on my face, preventing my eyes from opening. I think I was punched in the face.
...Not
...a
...Dream?
Oh, shit.
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Not much to say here except: Oops. Hahah... Poor Vincent!
So, yeah. It all happened.
Since I'm updating this at the same time as the previous chapter, I don't have much to say other than to ask for reviews!
Don't worry, the story ain't quite done yet!
Ever yours,
~LunarBlade.