Vincent
I wake up to the sound of the alarm, slowly open my eyes, and see the darkness in my room. The gray curtains block out the light, just like how I feel—only darkness inside me.
I throw off the covers and head to the bathroom. I take a long shower, come out to put on my usual outfit, and once ready, I check my image in the mirror once more. I leave my room and head downstairs for breakfast.
“Good morning,” I greet Veronica and Darling, looking around once more, but she's not there.
“Good morning, sir,” they respond in unison, approaching to serve my breakfast: black coffee without sugar, fruit, orange juice, toast, and eggs.
“Thank you,” I say, they nod and begin to leave.
“Veronica,” I stop her steps, she turns to see me, and Darling continues on her way. She turns her body, a
