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 Tom nodded at the others words, trying to keep his tongue bitten. He didn’t want to hate but it came so easily. It was so much easier, it made him feel like he had in Chicago. Before the blame, before the loss, before the fucking emotions that came with living in itself. Before Castlegrove. “Thank you.” Tom’s words were forced, hollow in the least. Somehow in that moment he wished he’d had a friend like Vincent. He’d had one. But the boy with the chocolate curls and cypress eyes held a protective edge for the red head that Tom knew no one could ever possibly hold for him. It hurt to realize that. It hurt to live with that fact.

  “Care to tell me a story?” The blonde gave the other a small smile, hues flickering between weary and kind. Tom couldn’t help but be doubtful. It wasn’t a matter of ‘no one’ understand him, it was just that he knew for a fact that they couldn’t. He couldn’t understand himself, so how could anyone else? He felt so foreign, so wrong. He didn’t feel like he deserved the essence of life itself. Tom shook his head at the ending of the brunettes words, running his tongue over the roof of his mouth. “I can’t make the things I’ve done right, man. I-I fucked up so much.” The blonde grimaced. “You ever feel like that? Like there ain’t a thing you can fuckin’ do about anything. No matter what?” Tom felt himself biting into his lips, keeping back the fire that burned behind his eyes. “Fuck.” He rubbed at his temple, eyes closing, tears disintegrating. 

  Tom ran a finger over his jawline, tracing it as the other spoke. He covered his mouth, eyes closing once more, head shaking lightly at the pain that came with the thoughts in his head. “Is he happy now?” Tom spoke the words carefully, almost methodically. It was so hard to imagine. He himself would always be miserable at best without the red head, but without him, the red head would always be happy. He didn’t give the other a chance to answer, knowing the response for himself. “Why would I ruin that? It’s wrong for me to even try.” Tom leaned back, eyes hardening as he stared down to the tile below him. 

Vincent continued to just study him, biting hard down his lip. He didn’t want to feel sorry for the blonde, but he knew he did. He really did, no matter what he’d done to Gilbert. He was damaged good, it was obvious. And he didn’t like seeing people like this, it made him ache. He wanted everyone to be happy but everyone seemed to be doomed to be unhappy.

“I don’t think you would be that interested in my life, Tommy.” He shook his head, with a soft sigh. He didn’t want to speak about Franklin. It hurt, god, it hurt. He wanted to act like he didn’t love the boy anymore, but of course he did. But it all felt numb now, he’d have to go on for thousands of years without him. Before… He thought at least there was some kind of place everyone who died came to. Even if Frank came there, Vincent wouldn’t. He couldn’t even have his old lover close to him after he died. The thought liked to drive him mad, it wanted to make him tear himself apart in madness. But Vincent didn’t want that, he was afraid of living life that way again.

“I… I have. It was a long time ago. It wasn’t a situation like this, but.. I had to let someone I loved go, I couldn’t do anything else than that.” He chewed softly on his lower lip, looking away. Vincent had been lucky who came to Castle Grove, Franklin wouldn’t have been spared. If he hadn’t runaway from everything, he wouldn’t have lived. But maybe that was the one thing Vincent had done right in his life. Making sure that the one he loved was safe, even if it meant losing him for the rest of eternity.

“He’s.. He’s happy. But, I think he would be happier if you were there.” The curly haired lad nodded, as he gazed up at Tommy. “He really loved you… And I think he still does. We never really talk about it.” He was just speaking honest words, not really sure what to say. They never really did talk about it, because he couldn’t stand the sadness in Gilbert’s eyes, and Gilbert tended to avoid the subject. “If you don’t even try then you’re certainly not worth it.”

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Florence still smiled, just giving a light shrug as she walked up to the boy to get her handbag back. She didn’t even look through it to make sure he hadn’t stolen anything else because that’s just the way she was. She trusted people and sometimes she did so too much.

“Yeah? Well look, just… Ask next time and I’ll be more than happy to give you” A nod, her smile widening as she reached a hand out to pat his shoulder.
“And Baby Ruth’s my favorites too…”

Vincent chewed softly on his lower lip, quite quickly moving out of the way. This wasn’t good, she couldn’t know of him… He couldn’t tell her his name, what if she asked one of the doctors about him? Vincent Moore was known to stop existing over a year ago. But he hadn’t, not completely, and that could get her into trouble.

“I… Do you want it back?” He asked, tilting his head as he studied her. She looked really friendly, and it made his nervous feelings go away. There was a glimpse of curiousity in his green eyes, and he was going back to his boyish self. He held his hand out, for her to grab it, though it was pretty obvious that he wanted it from himself. 

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Nancy chewed her lip thoughtfully. What he had said was true. The words filled the silence that always seemed to follow her. “Sometimes it’s nice, other times…” She glanced up at him and then looked back down quickly. “The silence is always too much for me. That’s the worst part.”

Nancy looked around the room. It was close to deserted. Not unusual at this time of day. “This place kills me. There’s just something that’s not right.”

“I know.” Vincent chewed on his lower lip softly, as he nodded. He didn’t look at her, just looked down at the package of Cherry Sours. “I don’t like it. Silence. It makes me remember, and the voices starts to come.” He wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. He never talked about this. Never. He didn’t really quite understand why he was starting to all of sudden.

“Everyone’s miserable here. That’s what’s wrong. I think they’d all gotten further in life if they had someone that really, really loved them.” He shrugged slightly. Okay, love didn’t solve all of the patients problems. But it probably would’ve helped them to at least be happy. Life is a terrible burden without love and happiness.

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Phillip’s body relaxed a little bit, okay, maybe this guy wasn’t as bad as he thought, so far. But then his lips tightened at the thought of someone actually tapping at his window at night. He shuddered, a bit creeped out at the thought. “I dunno, I prefer the quiet. I’m a light sleeper so even soft noises keep me up.” To anyone, it could have been a causal statement, but Phillip intended it as a warning as well. Don’t try any funny business, or I’ll know. 

They arrived at the kitchen and made a mental note to stay clear. Trouble was definitely something Phillip did not want. “It really can’t be that bad,” he paused, “the food I mean.” That’s probably why he’s always eating that candy, he thought. 

Vincent nodded at his words before shrugging. He barely remembered what it was like to. To sleep. He tried to remember by just laying there on his back, with his eyes closed. But he never fell asleep, as he never felt tired of sleepy. “That’s gonna suck in a place like this. Let’s just hope you don’t end up next to someone who tends to scream at night.” He flashed him a slight grin, shaking his head. Wether Phillip was a light sleeper or not didn’t matter to Vincent. He could sneak into his room and just stand there and look at him for hours without actually waking the boy up by making noises. One of the positive things about being a ghost.

“Well.. the trash is worse.” He joked, with a crooked smirk on his soft lips. “You’re probably right though. This one resturant back home.. They served the worst food I’ve ever tasted in my life! So as long as they don’t offer Mrs. Oliver a job here, it’s decent enough.” He chuckled softly, as they continued to wander down the corridor again.

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Phillip bit at his lip, pulling one hand out of his pocket and rubbing at his neck. He was a bit surprised at Vincent’s straight forward attitude. He felt bad for offending him though, muttering out a “sorry” to the ground which he started at. Phillip is scared of getting close to people now, and shuts down when he does. It’s been difficult for Phillip to trust people, not like he’s been trying. 

Phillip turned his head shyly at Vincent, “no need to apologize, it’s my fault for being rude.” He hung his head again, it was like him to apologize for the stupidest things. Growing up with strict parents who criticized and nagged him both behind and in front of his back, he always felt obligated to take the blame it’s become a habit. 

He shook his head, “Not a whole lot. The only kinds of storms we get are rain storms.” Phillip hated rain storms. They usually were accompanied by thunder, which he hated. He could never get used to the noise. The quiet of snow was something he can get used to, granted he is safe and warm inside.

“No need to be sorry, Phil.” Vincent gave him a small smile, to make sure there was no hard feelings. He liked this guy, even though he seemed to like to shut himself out from the rest of the world. Vincent had wanted to do that before too. Now.. Now he just craved for company. He took another piece of candy from the package before shoving it into his pocket again.

“I like rain, but I’m not that much into storms. Rain is really lovely, though. I like to hear it at night. Like fingertips tapping at the windows..” A thoughtful smile formed on his soft lips, as he ran a hand through his curls. After another few metres he stopped, to nod towards a door. “That leads to the kitchen. Don’t ever go in there, unless you want to start trouble.” Punishments was one of the things Vincent feared most about this place. The thought made him cold inside, and nervous. “But not to worry, there’s no reason to go in there in the first place. The food really isn’t that spectacular.” He wrinkled his nose at the memory of the food around here. 

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Phillip nodded, sure, as mad as they may seem, he and Vincent were the ones stuck in this asylum while they live their normal lives. However, deep down, he knew he was here for a reason, but he refused to think about it. He didn’t want anymore pain, it’s better to move on and never look back. Phillip frowned, the world was a sad, selfish place. Any chance of light and it will snuff it out. Sometimes Phillip considered if he should even be on this earth anymore. What was the point? Nobody wanted him, not even Mathew, the one person he ever truly loved. 

Phillip paused, why was he feeling pity for this guy? He barely even knew him. Was this what he wanted? To expose Phillip and get him with his guard down? Phil tensed, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. He nodded quickly as Vincent pointed out the cafeteria and looked back down on the ground. He glanced up briefly when he heard the sound of crinkling. ‘Again with the candy, doesn’t ever get sick?’ He kept his gaze on him, sensing an awkward, nervous sense from him.‘What’s up with him?’ Phillip squinted his eyes a bit and discretely took a step away from him. “Are…are you alright?” He asked softly.

Vincent rolled his eyes, turning towards him. “I’m not violent, Phillip. I’m not going to attack you.” He did notice the stepping-away part. He popped the candy into his mouth, with a light shrug. “I was alright until I got here.” He muttered, his tone suddenly bitter. It surprised himself a bit, he wasn’t used to this side of him ever appearing for real. “I’m sorry.. I just…” He started, but the words just faded away.

He hated this place just as much as he loved it. He couldn’t allow himself to remember the misery nor the memories. He shook his head, and a slight smile formed on his lips. “Did you ever have snow in Tennesse? I kinda like it, as long as it comes with hot chocolate.” He really did miss hot chocolate. And a nice cinnamon bun.

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