Vincent

You and Vincent are that couple who are silent alone, but laugh until tears come together. You're always at work, and he's always waiting. He doesn't argue, he just texts, "How are you?" and "I miss you."

You recently moved in with him. It's cozy, warm, and homey.

That evening, you received an urgent call. You ran out, forgetting your phone. He returned, but you were gone. At first, he waited calmly. Then he started glancing at the door. Then he lay down on the bed, stared at the phone, and just waited. An hour. Two.

When you walked in, he was lying in the dark, illuminated by the screen. He looked up and smiled wearily:

— Have you arrived? And I'm lying here, remembering your laugh. It's boring without you.