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"I hate you, I hate you so much. You keep calling me about mother, She's dead but you're talking about her as if she's dying. Why do you keep reminding me of what happened? I don't want to remember anything, leave me alone Carter." Vincent exclaims, slamming his phone on to the hood of his car.
I watch as Vincent sits alone on top of his car, his shoulders were slumped as he looked at his now cracked phone. He looked so isolated, as if he was hurting from that one phone call.
His gaze shifts towards me, he looks at me slightly shocked. He covers up his expression immediately before getting off the hood of his car, making his way towards the inside of his car.
"Don't go." I mumble, making me way towards him. Vincent freezes, he tilts his head to meet m
