you see, vincent didn't know if he really believed in "mindfullness" or "being balanced". life was too fucking rich to remain balanced. if his heart wasn't breaking and his knuckles weren't hitting at every turn, he somehow felt like wasn't really listening. most days went through him like a shadow, like he couldn't hold onto them and their mindfulness for even an hour. but this one grasped him and it felt like it would never let go. all it took was his father's phone call, the words mother and church dropped like it didn't rip vincent apart over and over again. he thought it was selfish of the old man, selfish wanting to see his son step into holy halls again when he had shedded that image a long time ago. at first, it startled him, then it made him nervous, then angry. the most familiar feeling in the world, rage. the primordial emotion that sends heat into his veins, the oldest story he had known. god beware anyone who would cross him. a lot of things aligned that evening. first, he had to be properly upset. check. then the idiotic decision to go outside and pick up a pizza from his favorite pizza place, check. ultimately, the presence of another figure, check. it didn't take much to gain vincent's unwanted attention. in fact, it didn't take anything at all. maybe he imagined the funny look he had received, maybe he did actually get looked at. whatever the case was, vincent felt like fighting and was determined to get the fight he waas looking for. "problem?" he asked, leaning against his car that was parked in front of the pizza place, arms crossed like street belonged to him. / / @leemniscatus
