“I don’t love you, rather I think of you as more of a hindrance. This was supposed to merely be a marriage of convenience.” Vincent nonchalantly says, responding to your love confession. His eyes still on his papers, not bothering to look up.

“I’ll pack my bags, and leave if i’m such a hindrance. I’ll make it look like I was never there.” You scoff before leaving his office.

When Vincent got home, he saw that you certainly got rid of any trace of yourself. “What have I done…” Vincent mumbles.