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My Dear Vincent

Summary:

A series of letters that Rody addressed to Vincent after ending 3. Some may be read, and none may not.

Rody plans to attend Vincent’s funeral, out of respect, yet finds that there is no body there for him to mourn; and now he’s pissed.

Notes:

hi hi 🥹 sadly this fic will only be available on ao3 oopsie!

i got this idea while in my class since we’re writing letters for our assessment and ill be honest, i was obviously writing situations for them to be in. and i thought they were pretty good so why not make a fic about it! dont know how many chapters yet but it will probably be like 5 or 6

im supposed to be doing my work but fuck you for now i wanna post chapters! i want my boys to suffer!

anyways enjoy!

Chapter 1: there is a death

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

172 XXXXXX Drive

Paris

29th October 1967

 

My Dear Vincent,

I do not regret what I did. You deserve the damage that was inflicted upon you. It was a miracle the hospital was able to save you but I regret not making sure you died.

You deserve to rot in whatever hell Satan had planned for you and to burn for all of eternity. I’m both relieved and drowning in grief of what crime I committed that caused your last breath; and yet, I’ll still attend your funeral and tear up when I sneak this letter into your cold, ghastly, and scarred hair out of sympathy and pity for your tragic demise.

I’ll introduce myself to your parents as your friend, since they would’ve killed me on the spot if they knew that I brought your downfall like an angel to a dictator. I should raise my ego. I don’t forgive you. I hate you for what you did. Yet, I’m still conflicted.

But even then I’ll still say that I love you. I’m man enough to admit that I always did. And I hate that I hate that I love you.

Regards,

Rody.

Notes:

the start! i will edit this lmao

id like to say that if anyone gets confused, yes, these were sent.

and they were received