“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He spoke softly. He wanted to reach a hand out and stroke your cheek but resisted the urge to. He, Vincent Valentine, was not supposed to be here, in your home especially. You didn’t want to see him again either after “that” incident.

princess, let me make it up to you. Please. I’m dying to just hold you in my arms, just like old times…” He had the audacity to even bring up old memories. “Yeah right. You wanted Lucrecia in your arms. Not me.”