40- The Last Dance

All of Vincent’s dreams and emotions fell into a destructive swirl, leading him to the point of anguish from which there was no return.

He had fallen from grace, from his own peak of love. The songs dissolved into nothingness, he fell into an abyss of no return.

Whatever they had died in a bare heartbeat. Not only cheat but she shattered the future he began to dream of. All of it slipped and he couldn’t save anything and now it has become his stung.

He couldn’t pretend nothing happened. He won’t let it slide. Her resentment towards what had passed was unjustified in his perspective and he would confront this matter.

“Hey,” Vincent had called Annalise to his apartment for a date.

He was not using it currently but since he was going to leave the work, he won’t have to obey his father and live back at home.

“Hey.” She smiled, giving him a side hug before they sat down.

“You hung our picture?” She asked, pointing at the photo frame hanging on the wall where Vincent was holding her sho