Vincent stood outside Leila's room. He brought his knuckle up to knock at the door but as he did, the door was pushed open.

Frowning, he took a step inside. It was not like he dislike the girl but he had never interacted with her before.

As he entered inside, he found her curled up in a fetal position on the bed. But it seemed like she was sleeping.

He took steps forward to reach her and crouched down in front of her. His eyes were fixed on the photo frame, she was clutching in her sleep.

On further look, he saw that it was a picture of their parents.

Vincent took a shaky breath in and looked up at Leila's face.

Their mother and Leila had an uncanny resemblance in between. As Leila was growing up day and day, she was looking more like their dead mother.

But no matter what he tried to think, he could not divert his attention from the fact that Leila had lost that certain glow from her face. Her skin looked pale and sickly, there were bags under her eyes.

Since the time, Vincent started to become mature in his teenage days, he started to pay more attention to Luciano. With him having anger issues and split personality disorder, Vincent had made it his own responsibility to always keep an eye on him and his actions.

But between this, he forgot about Leila completely. Right now, after finding about Leila's mental health; he somewhere found a guilt eating him alive.

He froze when he noticed that her eyes were now open and she was staring right at him with wide, almost fearful eyes.

He stood up and watched as with a look of confusion, she sat up too.

"Others went out for an event. It just left two of us home today. I was planning on going for a short walk. Would you like to come?"

Leila blinked, several times. His words played in her mind over and over again. This felt unusual.

But she found herself giving him a single nod.

His blank expressions still did not change at her approval. He watched silently as she crawled out of the bed and put on her shoes.

She waved her fingers through her hair one last time and slowly, followed him out of the door.

Like a gentleman, he held the door open for her, letting her pass, he shut the door and walked beside her with silence between them.

Two of the guards started to follow them at a safe distance as they hit the dirt road.

"So how's your school life has been going on?" Vincent started the conversation with a curious look covering his face.

Leila gave him a short glance and then looked down.

"It is alright." She whispered softly.

A random car sped past them, a little close to Leila. Vincent grabbed her wrist suddenly and pulled her on the other side of him.

She looked up at him surprised, without speaking.

But he was busy glaring at the car that was speeding out of his sight.

"Are you ok?" He asked her, thus surprising her again.

"I'm fine." She answered back in the same tone as first.

"Would you like to eat an ice-cream?" He stopped in his tracks.

Leila blinked once and followed his gaze, pointed at a small ice-cream parlor at the corner of road.

She shrugged and watched curiously as he grabbed her cold hand in his warm one and crossed the road.

They entered inside and ordered. She ordered chocolate cookies and cream without even looking at the menu while Vincent roamed his eyes at it for a whole good minute and then settled on vanilla fudge swirl ice cream.

They both took a seat at the corner table and devoured their sweet dessert as a comfortable silence fell between them.

While eating, Leila noticed that Vincent was glaring at someone.

In confusion, she followed his eyes to find a group of guys who looked like in their senior years were staring at her but upon seeing Vincent's glare fixated on them, they diverted their eyes.

"Bunch of fuckers." She heard him mutter something like this under his breath. For some reason, a small smile crossed at the end of her lips almost unconsciously.

They made their way out of the parlor after paying. There were silent again as they walked side by side.

As they reached home, Vincent followed her to her room. She was just about to enter but paused. She looked back to find him leaning against the wall.

"I umm thank you for today." She said softly.

He nodded his head.

Leila turned around to enter her room but paused again after hearing Vincent's voice.

"I enjoyed this last hour. Let's do it again sometime, little sister."

She smiled and nodded without facing him. Finally, she entered and shut the door softly.

Vincent stared at the closed door for a second.

"I'm sorry Leila. I should have been there for you sooner but this is my second chance, I won't fuck it up, I promise."