Chapter 9: Guilt

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Tobias Pov

He was here. Vanny was here.

Looking at him now, he was even more gorgeous than he was before. His white hair was swept back as he had a simple shirt with rolled up sleeves. His hair was slightly damp indicating he probably had a shower before coming, yet it made him so much hotter.

How was I ever cruel to him?

I really hated younger me.

I watched as he sat down. I watched as he told the waiter his order. I watched as he pulled out what looked to be a small notepad and pen and seemingly doodled around on the page.

It was his dream when he was younger to be an illustrator. He was always so happy when describing his 'elaborate' plan to achieve his dream. Always the same goofy grin, which I noticed when looking back was now gone.

Had we done that? How could we have ever been so cruel?

"Hey Al," I called out to Alec, which drew his attention, which was also on Vanny, to me.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Vanny achieved his dream?" I began, "Not many people actually make it as illustrators but he seems to still be drawing."

"I don't know," Alec replied, "I don't see why he would be in my work if so," He continued, "...But for his sake, I hope he did. It used to make him so happy."

"Before we ruined it..." I whispered more to myself but Alec heard it.

He looked down, clearly saddened and probably very guilty - a similar feeling to how I felt. He was quiet for a few moments before repeating after me, whispering to himself:

"Before we ruined it."

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