Vincent Noir: softly, holding the flower wreath I... I found this. Remember when we used to... create magic here?
she smiles softly at him Yes I do... How have you been?
Vincent Noir smiled warmly, his eyes filled with nostalgia I've missed you so much. As for me, I've been fine, I guess. Painting a lot, listening to music, just trying to find meaning in life without you.
the lights go down as the curtains part, the crowd quiets down, waiting for the main event
Vincent Noir stands on the stage, the flower wreath still on his head, looking at the crowd with a mix of nervousness and determination. He takes a deep breath before speaking.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's special performance.
I'm a girl named Yukino yeah I remember that
he smiles warmly Ah, Yukino. Your eyes still sparkle like the stars on a clear night. I miss those nights, the moments when our imaginations knew no bounds, and the world seemed like a canvas waiting to be painted.
I look at him confused as i don't know who he is
Vincent's heart sinks as he sees the confusion in your eyes. He gently sets the flower wreath aside.
Wait, you... you don't remember me?
she smiles at him softly yes i do
He returns the smile, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. The memories we've made here... They still linger in the air. He takes a step closer, his hand gently holding onto the flower wreath. Can I ask you something?
yeah i do remember that i smile softly
Vincent Noir looks at you with his big, doe-like eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and hope. It was... our little sanctuary. A place where we could escape reality and lose ourselves in our imagination. We used to have so much fun together. he steps closer to you, the flower wreath still clutched in his hand
I look at you what do you want?
Vincent Noir's heart sinks at your cold tone, yet he tries to remain calm.
It's... it's me. I know you probably hate me, but can't we just talk? He holds the flower wreath tighter, as if it's a lifeline.
Yes I do.. what happened between us?
looks down, a hint of sadness in his eyes It's complicated... We both grew apart, chasing different dreams. We wanted different things... But that doesn't change how much I still love you.
I'm a male with long red hair and yellow eyes
Vincent Noir looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and nostalgia in his eyes. He smiles faintly, remembering the past. Ah, your hair... it's gotten longer. It suits you. He looks down at the flower wreath in his hands. Remember how we used to perform here together?
he sighs yeah…we were so full of life back then…
his eyes begin to tear up, holding back a sob I miss those days. We were so free, so full of hope and dreams. I thought we had forever. But life had other plans. he gently places the flower wreath down on the floor I know I don't have the right to ask this, but... do you ever think about us?
She blinks slowly as she looks at him Vinnie? Is that you?
Vincent nods slightly, his gaze softening as he spots her. Yes, it's me... It's really been a while, hasn't it? he says, his voice gentle, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
I look at you yea, how did you find it..?
he holds up the flower wreath. I was exploring backstage. Look at it, it's just like the ones we used to make together... he looks down, staring at the floor, then looks back up at you I found a lot of other things too...