~later that night~
~Ali's POV~
I dragged my belongings over to the front door of (Y/N)'s house, sighing.
"Ali, c'mon. It's fine if you wanna stay an extra night."
"You look kinda worn out.." Vincent added.
"Me!? You look like you just fought in a war," I remarked.
Vincent rolled his eyes and looked down at his wrist, which he'd bandaged. The gash that idiot had given him had been pretty bad, honestly.
I walked over and looked at the cut I'd left on his cheek. It didn't look too bad, but it still made me frown.
"Uh... Sorry, Vincent... About... You know..." I said, motioning toward his cheek.
"Ah, it's alright." He said, sighing and then yawning afterwards. I smiled at him as he leaned back in the couch.
"So, you sleeping here tonight or not?" I heard (Y/N) call.
"I guess," I mumbled.
"Alright."
I sighed.
"Get up, doofus." I muttered, patting Vincent on the back. He muttered something, but then sighed and stood up.
I plopped down on the couch, and the last thing I saw before I fell unconscious was Vincent walking off to find (Y/N).
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(I'm sorry this is so short omg forgive me plz)
(Also yall will probably be mad at me after the next chapter.)
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Some Colors Never Fade (Purple Guy x Reader)
Fanfic[SEQUEL TO 'A GUY TO DIE FOR'] Sometimes, miracles happen... And sometimes, they come at a price. It's been months since Vincent supposedly died, but as soon as he did, he was rushed to the hospital, and apparently there was still hope. In the end...
