victor x henry (frankenstein)

When will i see you again? (Part 4).

(Henry's POV.)

I stared up at the ceiling, as I laid in bed. The sun was shining through my window, and I should've been out there enjoying the nice saturday afternoon. But, I couldn't..All I could seem to think about was him. The letter he had written me sat in my hands, his words staring at me.

 "I cherish our moments together, and I hope that we can be something more." Those words repeated through my mind. The last time I had seen him was on friday, when he gave the letter to me. I sat up, and opened the curtains, staring outside. My mind was filled with desire, as I hoped to see him again. The last thing we did was kiss, before I ran off. 

My feet touched the floor as I rose out of bed. I knew I had to see him again, to feel his lips against mine. I slipped into my day clothes, but my mind was on other things. Thoughtlessly, I slung my bag over my shoulders and began to head out the door. Mother said goodbye to me, but I did not return the gesture, as I was too focused on my destination. 

The memory of us touching played through my head, as I walked towards Victors apartment. Would he be excited to see me as I was him? I sighed, as I approached his dwelling. The door stood over me, as I knocked gently on the handle. Victor opened the door, and before he could say anything, I ran up and embraced him. "Victor!" I exclaimed, as we let go. "It's so good to see you." 

A gentle smile came across his face, despite his efforts to hide it. "Henry! What brings you here on a saturday..?" Frankenstein questioned. "Oh, I just wanted to see you, thats all..." It was only half a lie, as I did want to see Victor, but I wanted more than that.. My hand reached into my bag, and I pulled out a piece of paper. "-Here, I wrote this for you!" I placed the paper in his hand, and he examined it. "Poetry..really, Henry?" He teasted, and read over it. 

Victors face began to turn red, as he closed the letter. "Henry..." He started, as he took his hands in mine. But, he didn't continue, and we only stared into eachother. A few moments of this passed, before we pulled eachother in closer. Our lips met, and we passionatly kissed. The trees around us blew in the breeze, as I felt the warmth of him surround me. We hesitated to end the moment, before he pulled away. "I-.." He spoke. I stared into his eyes, my face tinted with a light blush. 

"You know my father would kill me....He wishes for me to marry Elizabeth," Victor reminded me, and I glanced down at the grass. Yet, he held me closely, kindly.. his meer presence filled me with happiness. "I know...But, mustn't we just be around eachother once more? I could not wait to see you, Victor.." I pleaded, though embarassed at my begging. 

Frankenstein gave in, as we entered into his apartment. I looked around the room. His home was filled with books and clutter, but I found that quite charming. My eyes drifted back over to him. We walked up the stairs, hand in hand. Victors hands were always cold, the roughness of his skin being an indication of his labours. We approached his study, as he opened the door for me.

 His work room was just as cluttered as the rest of the apartment, and a cold chill circulated through the air. But, that didn't matter to me, all I cared about was being in his company. I looked toward him with a smile. A book caught my attention, and I glanced at it. "What's this?" I spoke, as Victor approached me. I took the book into my hands. "The Secret Romance Language of Men," The cover read. Up to this point, Victor had always detested romance subjects. His hands took the book from me, as I stared at him. 

"That's...Something for my studies." He explained. "Maybe you should take a class about lying, while you're at it.." I teased, a smile on my face. The light shone upon our faces, and my attention turned to the window. The sun had begun to set, the sky painting a warm purple and orange piece in the clouds. I sighed, and looked back to my friend. "Do you have to go away with Elizabeth, and leave me again?" I took his hands, and stared into him. "We could study together at Ingolstatd, I could finally teach you how to write poetry.." I went on.

"I know...But, my father-" Victor began with sorrow, as he moved closer to me. "Yes..I know, your father this, your father that.." My heart longed for us to be together. I moved his bangs out of his blushing face. We longed for eachother, our bodies nearly touching. He caressed my face gently, looking upon me. "I love you, my dearest Henry Clerval," Victor spoke softly to me.

"I love you too..Victor."