* 𝓣𝐡𝐞 𝓘𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 .

what is a ghost? a tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? a moment of pain, perhaps. something dead which still seems to be alive. an emotion suspended in time.

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 *𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 .ᐣ '⛈'

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ —— ; 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 . ⠀⠀ ⠀

ㅤ that sounds rough, although it’s probably his own fault— vincent always leaves his house one hour before the time not to be late to important appointments. he offers a sympathetic smile instead. “i’m sorry, that’s unfortunate. would it be possible to arrive later?” ㅤ

ㅤ after picking up the last poster on the ground, vincent stands up. he’s observing the other man with a hint of curiosity now. “is there... anything wrong?” ㅤ

ㅤ “of course.” it’s a simple enough request. the professor looks at his wrist watch, then his gaze comes back to the stranger. “it’s 9:10.” ㅤ

ㅤ a small sigh, the other man seems to be genuinely sorry about the situation. vincent shakes his head, smiling gently to him. “it’s alright– nothing happened. do you need help with anything ?” ㅤ

ㅤ the impact doesn’t hurt much. some months ago, it’d have made him fall to the ground. now, vincent only stares at the stranger and the mess around them, before starting to pick the sheets from the floor. “you should be more careful, dear. someone could have gotten hurt.” ㅤ