I never felt so helpless yet relieved in my whole life. The fear of losing Vincent had me tremble. My mind completely shut down when I saw blood inside the box. The mere thought of Vincent being in pain, stabbed my heart. But seeing him safe and sound made me cry in relief. My grip on his overcoat increased, so did the pain in my palms. My tears refused to cease even for a minute. I felt drained; emotionally and physically as well.
Vincent had his firm and gentle grip on me. He kept rubbing my back to calm my hysteric cries. Soon my sobs turned to sniffles and we stood there embracing each other until my sniffles blended with the silence of his office. He pat my back twice before pulling away from me gently. His fingers gripped my biceps while his silver pools absorbed my whole existence
