Nadia
My words seemed to echo in the space between us. Vincent was still, blinking back tears and watching me closely in case I had another outburst coming. But I was out of words, out of strength, just emptied out. I sat down on the couch like a puppet with its strings cut.
Slowly, cautiously, Vincent came to sit down beside me.
We were quiet for a long moment.
As I breathed, his familiar scent wound up my nose, though I refused to let it soothe me. Or let myself believe it soothed me, if what Vincent claimed was true.
Whoever he was to me, though, I could smell one thing for certain: the salty tang of the tears in his eyes.
Looking over at him, I saw that he hadn’t rearranged his face back into its usual stiff expression. He was clearly feeling strong emotion, and letting m
