exile
211 Words
Dylan watched in amazement as Vincent finished the outro for the song exile on the grand piano. He sang the song, with the same timbre and deep voice. Dylan was definitely head over heels for this person who was now smiling brightly at him. The way Vincent was opening up to Dylan was magical but at the same time vulnerable. Dylan was frank, honest and direct with Vincent. He spoke his mind, body and soul, He found it easy to wear his heart on his sleeve when he was with Vincent. Vincent had let him in, the piano was in his Mother's room.
Dylan wanted to wait to let Vincent share himself with him. He didn't want to pry or ask questions. He was curious because he had seen a small picture in the hallway, of a beautiful woman and with her there was her carbon copy of her. When Dylan mentioned this the confusion in his face was evident. He had asked Dylan if he really thought he looked like her. The hurt in his eyes was too flashy, But then it morphed into something different, something alien to Dylan. Vincent had pulled him into a tight hug after that. He let him hold Dylan. This man was an enigma.
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