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1950s. September 21st. 12am.
Samuel (OC) laid awake. Starting at the ceiling, it had been about a week since the incident. Did he blame himself? Unsure at this point. He and Vincent had been sleeping in different rooms for that entire week with Vincent saying he was scared of what Samuel might do. They'd been through everything. Long night's and long talks. Hell they got married in secret because of Vincents business shunning gay men. They'd been happy. Or atleast Samuel thought they were. Weren't they? It had been almost a year since Sam's mother died. She was an anchor and guide and now she was gone. Sam had been more and more angry at himself and at the world and took it out on people around him. So when someone called Vincent undeserving of their position. They ended up missing the next day with Vincent slightly confused and Samuel codly explaining what happened. Vincent had slept in a diffrent bed for this entire week. Because of it.
Samuel laid awake and had a bag packed and a small photo of Vincent in his pocket. Sam hauled himself up and out of bed at midnight and carried his suitcase downstairs and walked to the kitchen and took a phone call from their wall phone.
“Yea im ready mate….Yes I know. I owe ya’ a pint when I get onboard. I just gotta say bye to the missus’.” Sam cringed at saying ‘missus’ again to his dear old friend. He wished he and Vincent could be public to atleast a few people. Sam walked upstairs to their guest room that was now Vincents and was careful to not make any noise.
He stood in the doorway for a minute. Vincent was asleep. It'd put Vincents job at risk even if it was just an interrogation. Sam left a note on the side table and kissed Vincents forehead before walking back to the doorway before turning around.
“Ill be back for Christmas ok my love? I hope you don't stay mad at me for too long. Kiss the dogs for me love."
Unaware that he would never come home.
Never come home for a last Christmas with Vincent.
Never to slide food to the dogs.
The helicopter came picked him up and left.
Vincent/Voxs POV:
Vincent woke up the next moring feeling a dreadful cold. He remembered bits of what Sam had said in the middle of the night? Vincent just guessed he'd went out drinking. Vincent stood up already getting ready for work. Slicking his hair back putting on his black suit on with a white shirt and the shark pin that Sam got him last Christmas. He was just about to leave his room when he saw the note. He picked it up carefully as if it'd break if he'd held it wrong.
‘To Vinny.
My dearest man, I'm sorry for what I did and for what I've done. I wish I couldve given you the world but with the police catching up to me, I did not want your job and position to get comprised. Ive left for an oil rig. I think I'll be back for Christmas. Depends how long they want me. Please don't worry me, my man. I'll be safe. Kiss the dogs for me. I'll send letters when I can. Now don't worry I know I aint the brightest tool in the shed but I can fix the leccy. I'll be aight. If you miss me sit by the docks. I love you forever.
-Your Angel Samuel.’
Vincents hands shook. He was never mad of Samuel. Sure he shouldve been more strategic of the kill but it didn't matter. He'd rather have the cops up there ass then have Samuel off on some dangerous oil rig.
He was just at the bar.
He was just joking.
He'd come back.
Right?
Vincent sunk to the floor feeling numb. Their dog padded in and laid by Vincents feet already sensing their fathers pain. Vincent muttered to himself.
“He'll be safe. He'll be back for Christmas… Then I can make him stay and never do this again.”
°• MONTHS LATER •°
Vincent kept working. Keep your hands and head busy and don't worry about the oil rig.
Always ran through his head. Sam would return safe and sound. He got more violent with his kills trying to compensate for the love he'd lost. When co workers asked where Sam was Vincent would just say that he was out at sea.
Ever night. He'd sit by the docks. Smoking the cigarettes Sam always had that smelt like shit and Vincent hated. Vincent didnt care. He wanted to he closer somehow. Closer to his man.
Who was just at the bar.
right?
Vincent waited and waited. He see the odd shark or two swim by. Maybe. Sam was safe. Being careful. Vincent fiddled with the ring he'd been so scared to wear for years.
The one Samuel saved up for. Saving ever penny for bartending. Vincent rendered exactly how it happened.
“Will you marry me?”
Samuel was kneeled on one knee on a private beach nearby a large sea that had sharks in its waters. It was just meant to he another date.
‘is this…? You got me a ring?’ Vincent had said back
“anything for my man.” Sam had said back with confidence and chuckled lightly before tilting his head “so…?”
‘A thousand times yes you idiot.’
“I'm your idiot now.”
God how Vincent wanted that back. And not waiting on a dock for his man to return to him.
"Be safe. Please Sam. Don't be an idiot for once. Cheers to reuniting."
Vincent raised a cigarette and lit it and smoked it carefully trying to imagine Sam's lips that always tasted of the cigarettes.
He just wanted his man back.
Was that so hard?