Jennie Wilson POV

*Morning...*

I held my head whining, light hitting my face and I tried to get up but flinched out instantly.

Vincent sitting on the floor, his head laying on the edge of bed of my side. He had intertwined his fingers with mine.

He was dozing off facing me, holding my palm tightly and everything broke in me as my eyes wandered to his dried tears.

Was he sitting like this in front me the whole night?

I reached my hand to touch his hair but drew it back looking away. I released my hand from his and got up pushing the blanket and I guess he...