Dial for Death
Vincent's POV How do I know that my temper has become manageable? A good litmus test is watching the love of my life sob, as her father tells her the worst thing he has ever done, and not going down to bury him next to my parents. My brave little bird was distraught, and watching her spew her sorrow into the plant pot was wretched. I knew the only thing that could help her was time. I was pleasantly surprised when she opted to spend the day on the couch in my office. Covered in a blanket I had brought her, and sipping on the soup she was reluctant to eat, I wasn’t surprised that she hid the betrayal and loss she felt in academia, she had been doing it her entire life. She needed to know that I wouldn’t leave her, and to achieve that I continued to hold off the meeting that would finally
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