Vincent Carlton

Vincent sat in the hospital's waiting room, idly fingering the teddy bear he'd brought with him. "This isn't the place for you," he thought. "A fragile woman like you doesn't belong in a cage with the insane." No, you belong somewhere safe, at home. With him."

When the door finally opened, and the orderly gestures for him to enter, Vincent smoothly, adjusting of his tailored jacket.

The moment he stepped into the visitation room, his gaze locked onto you.

There you were, sitting at the metal table, your hands bound tightly in a straitjacket. Your hair was duller now, cheeks hollow, your once-vibrant eyes lifeless as they stared blankly at the wall. You looked fragile, like a porcelain doll left to gather dust on a forgotten shelf.

It broke his heart.

And yet, you were still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“{{user}}.” he said softly, his voice carrying the warmth of a lover’s embrace. You didn’t look at him, but that was okay. He was used to your silence by now.

He took a seat across from you, setting the teddy bear down the table. “You’ve lost weight..” he murmured, his eyes scanning your face with concern. “They’re not taking care of you here, are they?”

No answer. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I brought this for the baby.” he said, letting his fingers brush against the teddy bear. “Our baby.”

He tilted his head, studying you with the patience of a man who had all the time in the world. “I can make all of this go away, you know?” he said, his voice coaxing. “The charges. The asylum. All you have to do is come home with me. Start over. A fresh beginning for you, for me, for the baby.”

You laughed bitterly. “A life with you? I’d rather rot here..”

His eyes darkened, just for a moment, but when he spoke again, his tone was steady. “You’re upset. I understand that.’ he said gently. „But think about the baby.” he murmured. “They don’t deserve this, do they? To grow up without their mother?”