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The house seemed quieter. That was one thing Vincent couldn't deny.
There wasn't that lively voice anymore. There wasn't that presence that welcomed him every time he walked through the door.
When he called their name, there wasn't an answer. It was only followed by deafening, heart crushing silence.
Vincent was never good at handling loss, he knew that. But he at least had people he could reach out to. Lovely was that person.
The way they would reassure him that it wasn't is fault, that even if there was nothing he could have done to save them, nobody blamed him.
He wished that was still the case.
That night played in his mind like a broken record. Playing over and over again like a taunt.
He closed his eyes tightly to try and keep the memories flooding in again.
How he held their lifeless body, begging them for some sort of sign that they were still with him. Sam told him that they were gone, there was nothing that he could do to bring them back. Not even turning them could help them in the state they were in.
He begged, pleaded, shouted, prayed to anything that would listen to just let him have them, to not take anyone else away from him.
But nobody listened.
Vincent cried. He cried harder than he ever did. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest as sobs left his body. Pained, wretched sobs.
He missed their voice, their laughter. He missed their touch, the little spark that came with every hug, every touch, every kiss.
He missed their eyes, the way that they lit up anytime they used their powers, talked about things they liked, or every time they would look at him.
Vincent hoped that this was all just a bad dream, that someday he'll wake up to them by his side again.
Oh how he wished he could just hear them again, feel them again, kiss them again.
But he knew deep down that it would never happen. He had to accept the fate that was dealt to him.
As shitty as the dealers hand was.
"I'm sorry." Was all the pained vampire could muster up for words. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He repeated, hiding his face in his hands.
Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was them smiling back at him. His Lovely, giving him that same loving smile. Even after everything he had put them through, even after he had practically led them to their death, they still smiled at him.
They were always so forgiving.
But this time, Vincent knew he didn't deserve that same forgiving nature. Even in death he wanted them to hate him. Or at least, a part of him wanted that.
The other part of him wanted them to still love him. He wished that even after they were gone, they still yearned for him as he did for them. He wanted the comfort of knowing that even in death he was still wanted, still loved.
"Please..please forgive me..." Vincent pleaded. He clutched his shirt, closing his eyes tight again. The desperation and anguish in his voice was enough to make an empathy daemon cry themselves.
"You were always so forgiving.." He whispered, tilting his head up at his ceiling. "So please just grant me this one wish and tell me that you forgive me!" He cried out, a wave of hopelessness drowning out anything else he was feeling.
Vincent Solaire was alone again. Alone with his own thoughts. Alone to walk the streets until he could maybe, just maybe find someone like them once again.
Maybe he'll have better luck this time.