Chapter 5

It was a peaceful, bit windy. Vincent was quick to fall asleep. wind. stare. lots of stares. eyes. eyes everywhere. every single one of them on him. he could see them, he could feel them. on his body. in the room full of eyes there was one. special one which was now filled with same disgust as others. those pair of eyes getting closer. pain. blood. blood mixed with tears as they stained his shirt. He managed to turn away from them and run. who knows how long he was running. He was finally free. At least he thought he was. Frame changes. Fire. Fire lit up in his eyes. He can't run no more, no matter how much he tries to he can't run. He screams, as if it's going to be any help. Everything's burning now. He can't do anything but to stand there and watch with tears coming down his face. No matter how much he tries, he can't run. he can never run.

Vincent woke up. He was covered in sweat. he was breathing heavily. It was just a dream. then why did it feel so real?

It took him quite the time to calm down. He couldn't breathe properly.

Vincent heard quiet and long meows. he looked down. It's milo. Vincent smiled slightly as he was petting the cat.

Pathetic. He went to the workroom as he couldn't sleep anymore, he at least could work. He opened the folder, sat down with the desk and was shuffling through files. Rereading everything over and over but still couldn't find anything new. It was 5am. going back to sleep wasn't even considered. Now exhausted, he went downstairs turned on the small lamp as he sat down on the couch to read. this way, maybe he could forget about all the collected thoughts. It did help him quite a lot. anytime Vincent was exhausted from work, or this kind of dreams, he would sit in his usual place on the couch with milo and read. this way, he could run away from his thoughts for little bit of time.