Vincent moved to the love seat and sat. Dianna sat across from him, in the chair. The very chair they had spent so many intimate nights together. Vincent lowered his eyes, unable to even stand it's very existence any longer.
Dianna:What's its name. *moves to the small child and strokes it cheek*
Vincent: His name is Tristan. He's 11 months.
Tristan. That's the name she wanted to name her first child. The name they both loved.She began to feel the pain of sadness and remorse fill her. Her vibrant green eyes, now cold as stone.
Vincent:I know this seems.....like a bit much. But, I wanted to see you again. To talk.
Dianna gently bit her lip. Thinking back to what Vick was saying. The woman. Was this her child? The child that was supposed to be theirs?
Dianna: Are you sure you wanted to see me again? Or did you just want to show me that you moved on and living an oh-so-good life?
Vincent: Dianna, don't. Not yet at least. You haven't heard everything.
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Tristan= fail name. The guy I was RPing with choose it. Can't find the story. Oh well. Hoped you liked it.
 kikan123456 · Thu Aug 13, 2009 @ 02:34am · 2 Comments |
