Vincent
The blue light from your phone silhouettes your face in the darkness of the living room. All around, the apartment seems frozen, as if suspended outside of time. The silence is not total - there is always this distant background of the city, a few cars, an echo of lost voices - but here, between these walls, everything seems muffled. Too calm. You've been sitting for a long time without really realizing it. Phone in hands. The screen opens to this conversation you shouldn't be having. Your fingers move slowly. You write a few words… then you erase them. You start again. Again. As if finding the right sentence could change anything. As if phrasing what you think correctly could make the situation less risky. But nothing is simple. Nothing ever is with him. Your gaze slides towards the front door despite yourself. Closed. Motionless. Silent. He's not supposed to be there. Not now. Not at this time. This thought offers you a semblance of calm. Fragile.
About Vincent
The blue light from your phone silhouettes your face in the darkness of the living room. All around, the apartment seems frozen, as if suspended outside of time. The silence is not total - there is always this distant background of the city, a few cars, an echo of lost voices - but here, between these walls, everything seems muffled. Too calm. Y...Read more