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no music until the emotional part!! pleek
Flash Forward
Staring at the dress, Vincenzo hoped that Amani may have slid back under her facade, because he would not believe it if she forgot the date. October first, the one they celebrated every year. Was it really so forgettable?
He gritted his teeth, exhaling through his nose as he listened to Amani’s attitude. “Forget it, it doesn’t matter now anyway,” the man spoke in a low voice. To distract himself, he remembered the other girls who asked for that sort of gift from him, flipping through them like pages in a magazine.
“I should have given it to someone else.”
Flash Back
Enzo shrugged hearing her reply about comedy. She did always find him impish, though he seldom thought about it in a negative light. He supposed he had no choice but to believe her.
“I just thought you held yourself to a higher standard,” he replied, indifferent.
Then, her real insults had begun, or rather, her real challenges. She was not hesitating to target his family, or his friends, and then suddenly his relationships came up in their discussion. Hearing her say that she may have already slept with Arya, he raised his brows, ignoring her petty insult to his hearing. One would think that such a comment would be flabbergasting, but a part of him was intrigued, trying to picture the relationship she alluded to. How would that even work? He thought. In his eyes, Arya was such a sweet fern, and Amani was… a venus fly trap.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, clearly talking about Arya. Enzo closed one eye and pretended to take a good look at Amani, feigning an evaluation of whether or not that pair could make sense. “No, I don’t think that would be true,” he thought aloud. “She’s too good for you," Enzo said, irony ringing from his mouth.
Using her surely very dark and twisted mind, Amani came up with responses that he never could have suspected, yet still, he mustered the energy to rebut her.
“Me and Jesse could have done the same with you, but you would have loved it; watching cum drip down your inner thigh and not even knowing whose it is. Because you’re just that much of a slut. With no control over your aching body.” He dug, degrading her in a way that he thought she might have only wished was sexual. Of course, that was never her personality during their friendship. But sometimes it was the memory of her that lingered. In the few months that they had disconnected, he had stopped speaking of her in a positive light, then it became apparent that Amani was not particularly well-liked around Wyndham, especially not the coven. His mates finally felt like they could tell him their stories with her, after he was done with being ‘brainwashed’ by her sirenic ways. At least according to them.
It got to a point where he stopped feeling like he knew her. The memories grew too distant to remember, so he formulated a vision out of the pieces his friends gave him, distorting her into an exaggerated version of her bad side. Someone that was easier to hate.
“And don’t worry about me and Ren,” he snapped back, hearing the unique word choice she used, but ignoring it all the same. It was obvious to him that she cared back then, that was why he was so frustrated at her newfound disinterest.
“I’ve got that figured out.” Vincenzo continued his sentence, finishing it with a sour taste that he had to swallow so she wouldn’t notice. He prayed she didn’t.
Vincenzo decided not to comment on the last part of her speech, though it did take him aback to hear how freely she used such distasteful words.
He let her argue, tell him about how she was not at fault for what happened with Arya, negating her constant intrusions. In part, it was true, she never did ask him to put her first, and maybe that was the problem. He didn’t have to ask to be her priority either, because after all she was engaged, and none of her ‘relationships’ (more like relations) were serious. In a way, that made it harder for him. Vincenzo had a chance for a good love life, but always refused to take it. It would be worse to leave Amani stranded on her own. He supposed that a part of him just believed that even if Amani was in a better situation, she would still offer him the same loyalty. Now, he regrets it. If Amani, on her pedestal, had been offered a better trade, would she have been his friend at all?
Sometimes, in the back of his mind, he wished he had listened only to Arya, and not the imbeciles currently sucking off his enemy’s dick.
Eventually, however, he smiled proudly, as if he had reached a small milestone by pissing her off, or embarrassing her, either one did the job because he no longer needed to call her out. She did it all for herself.
Her mouth sputtered excuses. I was cold, I was tipsy, etc, but he just laughed and rolled his eyes, leaning in as if he was sharing a risqué secret over wine. “We were both drunk, Amani,” he reminded her, a moralizing lilt in his voice. “And I let you stay there because I felt bad for you.”
Vincenzo drew back, and then caught himself smirking at her, twisting the truth into hurtful little broken spindles, letting them rock side to side until they scattered on the floor like wheat.
He watched her respond proudly and say he didn’t. It reminded him of how foolish she was. Did she believe that was the end of his statement?
Go fuck yourself, she added at last, and Vincenzo chuckled.
He chuckled, and he tried his best to laugh at her, make her seem smaller, but even then, he grew too frustrated with the attempts at which he failed, and he imploded. He raised his voice, and then Amani stepped back in shock. A deafening silence shook the rooftop, the sound booming under their feet.
He had no idea what to expect from her, maybe screaming too? Maybe she would walk away, he thought, suddenly insecure from exposing so much of himself. Instead, she yielded, replying to him, and then to her shoes.
In his chest, he felt something warm.
“But what?” He asked, looking at the top of her hair, astonishingly sober. He asked the question like he cared. That shout had taken everything out of him, growing red with anger until he was done talking, and his body shut down into pale shades of white, a pale, muted pink on his quiet lips.
The whole expression was a step away from his throne, the end of it a surrender, falling down to his knees.
He never expected her to notice, but she did.
Her eyes narrowed in his, and he could feel the chill beneath her skin. Somehow, he had said something that made her listen. And when she did, she became soft, abandoning the leather purses and superiority. She was shivering winter leaves, with a sliver of light cast upon them. It made the spades shimmer, and they dripped cool melting ice.
Suddenly he knew what came after ‘but.’
A fighting heat ran through his body, down his arms in a wave to his curled fists. He could only think of one thing to do, so he let go and did it.
Vincenzo took her hands and pulled them both closer. Her breath became an up-close sound, and then he unlaced his fingers from hers. He cupped the sides of her face, and gently guided her back up to him. His fingertips were hidden behind her brown, leonine hair, and the blue in his gaze melted again. They realized they were both made of snow.
He looked down at the brownish pink of her lips. They had never looked that way before, so sincere. Like no one else’s had ever been so special, and they never would no matter how pretty they might be because they might have had her same lips but it was only her kiss. that mattered. Her eyes glimmered like no one else because they could not replicate her stare. She was frozen in the moment. Maybe it was shock, maybe it was something else, but she did not pull away, so in his mind he sealed this picture of her and dipped it into resin. His to keep.
Vinnie drew closer, and then tilted his head. When he closed his eyes, he had no idea what she might do, but a little gap spaced between his lips, and the space between them waned.
Mentioned:
@Madilfill Ren
@cerealkiller Arya
@someone else innit