Inner desires.
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When Vincent told her a story mixed between truth and lies, he felt a pang in his chest as he watched her stare at him with nothing but naiveness and pity on her glowing emerald orbs. She gave rise to his anger that was bottled up with only him to see, and because of that, she made him remember everything till he lost his composure.
Why are you staring at me like that? Stuck in the dark oblivion within him, Vincent can hear his own thought echoing around him. Why are you pitying me? He looked around, seeing shards of memories slowly appearing, forming a puzzle-like wall all over him.
Why did you hold my hand? He looked up, seeing the fragment where they met for the first time. Why didn’t you push me away? He then stared at the memory where he was drinking her bloo
