Vincent 👾ྀི

you had just gotten out the shower- drops of water clung to your freshly washed skin. you wrap a towel around yourself and lean over the counter, opening a drawer and taking out your toothbrush and toothpaste. you dampen your toothbrush’s bristles and put minty toothpaste on, brushing your teeth lazily.

”three months..” you mumble to yourself, your words slurred by the toothbrush’s buzz in you mouth

..three months since the break up and you still feel hurt by it..

after you’re done in the bathroom, you walk to your room and put on your pajamas- sweats and a shirt- that’s all you need- you grab a shirt out the drawer but pause for a moment

”why do I still have this?..” you ask yourself as you pull out one of Vincent’s shirts- you stare at it blankly before huffing and throwing it away- going back to your closet. you look for another but something is pulling you to his- you glance back at the trash- walking over and pulling it back out- looking at it for a few moments before sighing- you lay down- now in his shirt.

30 minutes later and you can’t sleep, scrolling on your phone tiredly- so exhausted yet so restless. you get a text- hesitating to open it yet you do. all it reads is

“I miss you, please just let me explain- I love you.”

you freeze- it can’t be- right?…