|A life without me
Author: tolerate PM
A thousand, eight hundred.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 374 - Favs: 2 - Published: 05-21-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2916628
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A life without me
Sunday, 22 May, 2011.
"I want to give Gil a life without me."
The figure—kneeling on the cold concrete ground with hands shaping into a fist— was almost on the verge of tears. But he did not cry a single tear— he probably have never cried in his life. His long, black coat that was elite and shaped like a vampire's cape was touching the ground along with his flawless, clean shoes. The scissors he loved so much was in his breast pocket— but the toys he loved to stab were not there with him. All there was there, was just him and the surroundings with Leo.
Vincent wanted Leo to change the past— making it seem like Vincent never did exist. He did not want to just simply die— he wanted his whole life erased, as though there was no such person in the first place. But he never did realize how important he was to Gilbert even though his cruelty was of a devil's. Gilbert had been worried for Vincent in the past. And no matter what kind of an animal or monster Vincent may seem, he is still Gilbert's little brother. But Vincent had never thought of that— he just wanted to see Gilbert's smile.
And he thought that to get Gilbert to smile, all there's needed is his own disappearance from his already screwed-up life. Vincent did corrupt and change Gilbert's thoughts at some point in time, but it was just care and concern he was showing. It was not cruelty. Vincent never knew how to properly care for a person, that's why he had to mask it over with something cruel and disgusting. He really loved his brother— very, very much. All he did was for his brother. And maybe his existence was only for the brother he loved above his own life. That brother— gentle, sweet, yet cruel. That brother which he loves, loves someone else— no Vincent.
If only Gilbert could see... the care and concern behind that cruelty. It was the underlying love of which never had been fully expressed. If only he knew. But it was too late—
Vincent was already gone.