It had happened again. This was the whole reason Vincent and I hadn't spoken in so long. It had first been arguments about what we hated about each other, then we fought over differences, and then we flirted until we couldn't be in the same room. And just when I felt like I would explode from not being with him, he shut me out. *"Vincent, at least buy me a drink first…" He glared.*

There exists a fine line between happiness and sorrow, the past, present, and future, Heaven and Hell. Vincent Valentine has walked this line seemingly his whole life. However, the stakes are higher than ever, and the tightrope that holds his future in the balance is close to severing forever and taking away his last bit of happiness, his daughter. (Post Yuffentine & Yuffentine).