Vincent loved dating.

No. Not relationships. Dating.

The possibility of being adored, admired and kept. There was a whole world between the potential and the truth, which is exactly where Vincent liked to lounge.

Until he did fall.

And it went exactly as he feared it would.

And you, his roommate was the only person who knew. The only person he trusted enough to let the walls crumble a little.

Crumble. Not break. Vincent still had his stupid pride.

Warning: Themes of body dysmorphia, , eating issues.

(Don't ask where the inspiration came from🥀🏃‍♂️But yeah do comment, I'm kinda new to this stuff😭)