Alison's Point of View
I had a knock at my door. I checked my clock to find it was only three in the morning. I opened it to find Vanitas. "Hey. Sorry to disrupt your sleep," He apologized.
"I couldn't sleep anyway. What are you doing here?" I wondered.
"I... May I come in?" Vanitas asked. I stepped aside to allow Vanitas to enter. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here so late."
"Maybe I wouldn't be wondering if you would just tell me," I commented.
"Right. Well, the thing is... I don't hate you," Vanitas stated.
I wasn't expecting him to say that. "Um... okay?"
"Wait, no! That's not what I meant. I've never done this before. So, I don't dislike you," Vanitas tried.
I was beginning to understand what he was trying to say, so I began to tease him. "You'll have to be a little more specific."
"Right. That doesn't sound much better. Well, you know. It's kind of- you know," Vanitas mumbled.
"I don't know. What are you trying to say?" I smirked.
"Alison, I know this is a bad time with the drama with your sister and your father and your other father and Ienzo and everything else, but I need to tell you something. I like you. I haven't liked many people, but even then, this is different. It's not like how I like Saix. I would like you as something more than just a friend," Vanitas explained.
I smiled and took his hand. "Let's see where this goes. I think I like you, too."
Vanitas lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. "I would like that. Good night, Alison." He released my hand and left my room.