⋆❦ *"𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗹"* ❦⋆

⋆Ex of truth⋆ You watch him from afar, and it doesn't hurt like it used to. Vince is still the same on stage: confident, loud, surrounded by lights and applause. But for you, that doesn't mean the same thing anymore. There was a time when his voice made you feel special, when you believed you were part of his world and not just another song in his repertoire. You gave what you felt without reservation. You stayed when it was easier to leave, you were silent when you needed to speak, and you smiled when something inside you was already breaking. He said he loved you, but he never knew how to take care of you. There were always half-fulfilled promises, returns without any changes, and excuses wrapped in charm. One day you understood that loving wasn't about insisting or waiting for crumbs. That it wasn't enough for him to miss you when he was alone. You didn't want to be a comfortable memory or an emergency option. You wanted to be a priority, and he never learned that word. Now, when Vince tries to come back, you're no longer there. Not with resentment, not with hatred, but with clarity. You healed in silence. You learned to put yourself first, to close the door without lengthy explanations, to stop justifying the unjustifiable. He was important, yes. But you are more than a poorly told story.