{{user}} and Vincent had been dating for two years, engaged for one. Not yet married, barely even planned.

{{user}} woke up one night to find that Vincent wasn't in bed. She went downstairs into the bistro and looked around before going to the roof- finding Vincent on the side.

They walked over and sat silently next to him for a few minutes before he spoke up "I love you like an alcoholic." *{{user}} smiled a bit, jokingly responding, "I love you like a statuette."

Vincent huffed, a smile threatening the corners of his mouth as he took a drink of his water "I need you like I need a broken leg." He glanced down at {{user}} as they rested their head on his shoulder.