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"Ah, it's so good to see you again, Vincent!" The man said happily as he shook the Earl's hand.

"It's a pleasure to see you again as well, Eric." The black haired man smiled at the Viscount. "A pleasure to see you as well (Y/N)." Vincent held her hand in his, kissing the top. This was something completely natural. If only they could've seen what she did, in his eyes.

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Vincent kissed his wife goodbye, promising to be home in a few days.

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Vincent found himself pulling up in front of the familiar Viscount's manor. His butler followed behind him as they started towards the large front doors. Just one ring of the doorbell and a maid is at the door, smiling sweetly at the Earl and his help.

"I'm sorry, sir. But the Viscount just took off for a meeting." She informs him.

"That's alright." Vincent say charmingly. "He's expecting me. I'm sure he won't mind if I wait here for him."

The maid looks at the Earl hesitantly before nodding and letting him in. "You can wait in his study if you'd like."

Vincent smiles and nods, telling his butler to give the young lady some help.

Vincent finds himself on the second floor and walking right past the Viscount's study. He searches the halls for the all too familiar room. When he stops in front of the door, he looks down each end of the hallway before pushing the doors open. The beautiful (h/c) woman sits at her vanity fixing herself up.

"My love." Vincent says softly as he locks the bedroom door.

(Y/N) turns to look at him quickly, eyes widened. "Vincent? What are you doing here?" She asks confused.

"I'm in town for business. You know I can't stay away from you if I'm in the area." He says crossing the room.

She turns back around to focus on fixing herself up. She told herself she wouldn’t do this anymore.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Vincent asks knowingly as he brushes her hair off her shoulder.

“I’m not doing this anymore, Vincent. I told you this already. Why can’t you just leave me be?”

“Because I know you don’t mean it.” She misses the smirk he throws her way.

“I do mean it. We’re two married adults. We shouldn’t be doing such atrocious things.”

Vincent runs his fingers along her shoulder. “Mm. My love, don’t say such things that you don’t mean.”

(Y/N) slams her hair brush down, turning herself to face Vincent. “I do mean it, Vincent! I don’t know how many times I have to say it!”

Vincent quickly puts a finger to her lips. “Shh. You’ve got to keep your voice down, lovely.”

She can feel her heart breaking. She was trying to rid her life of the disease that is Vincent Phantomhive, but he just wouldn’t go away. Tears fill her eyes, her head hangs low. “Please Vincent,” She cries. “Just go.”

Despite her cries, Vincent crouches to her level and smiles warmly at her. He takes her shaking hands in his. “You don’t want me to leave.” He says as if he knows everything there is to know.

It was true. She didn’t want him to leave. But if he wasn’t willing to give her his all and be with her, if Rachel was much more important than her, she wouldn’t ruin that for the man she loves. So if she can’t have him, then she’d rather him not be around at all.

Her quiet sobs fill the room and her head continues to hang shamefully.

Vincent lets out a soft sigh. He wipes her tears away with his thumb before positioning her head to look at him. Only she shut her eyes quickly to avoid the sight of those Brown eyes. Every time she finally realizes it’s time to let go of this his sweet eyes pull her back in, as if to say that he is hers and only hers. But she knew better. Vincent would never be hers, not for more than a few dirty hours.

“Look at me.” He says sternly.

Tears fall down her cheeks and she shakes her head. Her chest tightens. “Please, don’t make me.” She begs.

“(Y/N).” His voice is soft and pleading. “Please, my beautiful girl. Look at me.”

She slowly opens her eyes to look at the man crouched in front of her.

His smile returns. “There’s those pretty (e/c) eyes. I love seeing those pretty eyes.”

“I love you, Vincent.” She says through hiccuped sobs.

Vincent continues to wipe her face. “I know, my sweet girl. I know.” He says softly kissing her. She sat hoping that maybe one day, he’d say it back.