Vincent pov

I've never tried so hard to make anyone believe in my words. Everything I said, I mean it. Sure, I could do my best to stay away from her and act like a fucking asshole towards her, but I couldn't sleep or live with myself every time I tried to do that. The look on her face kept running through my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it kept coming back. At the end of the day, I know I have feelings for her, and I can't deny those.

Enya was right when she said we were enemies. We shouldn't be together. But...