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āif you know what iām going to say,ā marlene starts, sitting down next to him, plucking the cigarette from his hands and taking a drag for herself,Ā āthen why do i need to say it, my sweet vin?ā the nickname was both a jab and an act of their truce. that now they couldnāt afford to keep hating each other, that they needed a friend now more than ever. her voice drops slightly, her tone gentler now as she continues,Ā āi know you were there.ā
how she knew, he had no idea. perhaps it had something to do with her beau of choice. how well she knew his parents. there was no way vincent couldāve gotten out of such an act. her voice was soft, something he truly had missed. it still sounded like music.Ā āi was.ā he confirms, knowing lying to her would be pointless in the best of times.Ā āi didnāt know anyone would get hurt.ā














