"At first, I thought I was unfortunate, you know, and that I was going to die, but somehow, I didn't. In fact, this is probably the best life I've ever had, one that I don't think would have been possible even with you, Vincent. That man, you think a beast, treated me well, as if I'm something special to him, despite all my antics and constant display of hatred towards him."
Stella chuckled softly, his image clearly burning in her pupils. "No one had ever been that patient with me, it's almost like a dream, nothing real at all. I don't think you will understand, Vincent."
Vincent pinched between his brows and laughed under his breath, purely in disbelief.
"So… Do you love him, Stella? Is that it? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"