[I have loved you… before I turned 18. You have always been there for me, through good times and bad... You never left me, and you are the first person with whom I've created so many beautiful memories. So, I really wish you would consider me. We aren't biologically related, after all...]
Vincent's phone chimed, and he met her determined eyes. Unlocking the phone, he saw the message she had sent. His eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip around the phone, his veins standing out.
He's crazy...
He read the message over and over again, wishing it was filled with scolding and curses instead. But he knew he wasn't so out of touch that he couldn't recognize letters, and that realization pained him.
He swallowed the lump in his throat, shaking his head as he locked his phone and met her gaze.
