Vincent Really Needs To Understand You Can't Kill People Bcuz Ur Jelly

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty!" Vince ran his hands through his hair, hyperventilating. His voice was ragged and hoarse as tears began to run down his face. Rody just stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"You gave her your locket, it's just simple plastic!" He dragged his hands down his face finger nails catching on his skin and small dots of blood beginning to bead. "But you like her better..." Rody couldn't belive it; muffled through his fingers, Vince was sobbing. Actually sobbing. "Wish I were Manon."

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Alternative ending 3 (I think) and inspired by lyrics from Heather by Conan Grey.

Angst and fluff (though ud have to get liek a microscope to see it) and yeah I'm bad at desc enjoy!