It's been a few months since Victor and I have moved to America, a nice old couple took us in since we didn't have our own, victor and I would always help when we could, I was treated like the baby because of my heig1ht and I didn't quite like all the feminine things they would give me, but I would shrug it off as just growing into my new body, which was glorified due to it's curves.
One day, once Victor and I were grown, the couple passed, to me, it was devastating, it might have been devastating to Vic but he didn't show it, after the funeral we started to make this place look as our home, it helped keep my mind off of the couple.
"Victoria, come with me, we're going to get some stuff to finish the house" Vic said and I get ready
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FanfictionThis is going to be a story of my oc Valentine, or Victoria, moving to America from France and living his (at the time her) life in America and then going to hell
