Movements of the patriarchy
Vincent POV
This was my own personal hell. People buzzed all around me, flowers and decorations hastily being hung. This naïve girl hung to me, her dull brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. The blonde was indifferent to me, spending her time on her phone. A callous bitch to spend eternity with and a genuinely good person I was meant to murder.
What a fucking joke of an existence. My father ran around, celebrating his victory with his colleagues. Gladius would see my misery and smirk at me. Damn, one of these days I'll get you for this. All of this could have been handled if you would have just taken what you wanted. He wants to drive me in to the ground and take what he wants after I'm dead.
This is what a monster really is. I am nothing like them.
