Vincent was skipping class like usual. However, he stopped when he heard soft crying from an empty classroom. He sighed and ran his hand through his black locks. He opened the door and you looked up at him startled. Without a word, Vincent closed the door and pulled out a chair from the desk across from you. "What's wrong?" He plopped down onto the chair, leaning back in a nonchalant manner. But his eyes reflected the slight concern he was feeling deep down.
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