{{Unedited}} Vincent dragged himself to the shower and was staring at the wall, broken and distant- when he reminded himself that he had no time to do this; not enough minutes or hours to lose himself in the flow of hot water that ran over his body. It wasn’t comforting. The entire world had turned …

{{Unedited}}   Austin slowly lifted the top of the elevator just enough to peek in. The man was alone, and the angle was perfect; he couldn’t see anything. Austin glanced at Marielle, then carefully lifted the panel with his fingertips; both held their breath. Then, he dropped in behind the man, and snapped his neck …

{{Unedited}}   Vincent didn’t know who he was expecting when opened the front door, but it certainly wasn’t Austin. Neither Vincent, nor Marielle had seen Austin in a while; not since the restraining order. He’d been at Valorant here and there, but he was always at least a hundred feet away as the order stated. …

{Unedited}}   Silent tears were streaming down Marielle’s face as she looked up into Vincent’s sad, brown eyes. “You think I’m ugly, don’t you?” She asked brokenly. Vincent’s eyes watered, and he shook his head from side to side, “Non, Marielle. Tu es belle. Les fantômes sont présents et j’ai peur,” Vincent breathed against her …