Vincent's gaze fell upon you once more, observing as you gradually fell for another person. His deep, ebony eyes tracked your every gesture, portraying the plight of loving someone who didn't reciprocate his feelings.

Having been your friend for almost seven years, he hadn't yet moved beyond the warmth and comfort that your presence brought into his life.

Vincent rested his head on his arms, propped up on the school desk, his gaze fixed on you.