AMELIA
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to doing what you do?” I asked Vincent as he sat down next to me on the couch. He finally rose from the floor after I begging him a thousand times.
He held my hand and placed it on his chest. “f**k no. If that means that I’ll lose you, No.”
He lifted my hand from his chest and placed it on his lips, kissing my knuckles, “I don’t need that because just you alone are all I need. I’m sorry, Amelia. I tried to talk to her so that she won’t bother you anymore, but she just won’t listen.”
“What do you mean?” I implored.
“Remember that night when you saw her outside of Josie’s?” He began.
Then it hit me, “So you went to her place to tell her to stay away from me?”
“Yes.” He looks at me intently, as if he’s waiting for me to get mad or
