Vincent II

Vincent II

by Delia

He got me — let me off easy.

I'm probably the worst kind of person he's ever met. Humanis First, hated evolved people. Hated myself.

Those smoky eyes saw right through to my soul, chilly but hot at the same time. I wonder what sparks his fire. He just sits there, smoldering, smoking. The bright red ember glowing brightly for one puff before it dies down again.

I wonder if he has a family. If he does, is his wife like that cigarette? Does she burn up every time his lips touch her?

He's old enough to be my dad.

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