WEEK THREE
Old feelings die hard, they have a way of resurfacing, luring you into that familiar space.
Vincent is still here, in my home. We talk a lot, mostly he does, I just listen.
I find that everyday I refuse him, and everyday little by little my love for my stepbrother slowly surfaces, a bit everyday, an inch more with every smile he gives me.
My love for him, my addiction. I guess it has always been there, waiting to show itself.
But I am older now, wiser, so I don't give into him, even though I want to.
There's times when I forget why he is here, until she walks in then I remember. Beggar is my strength against Vincent and even though he is in my house, he isn't in my life.
Beggar and I are sitting in the kitchen, eating the Taco’s I ordered from this new place that opened n
