Taylor and Victor

Chapter 17

Victor

That night, he catched a little cold. A quick fever, makes him feels sick, but all he can think of is her.

She's weird, he can't tell if she is going to respond in a fixed way when every act of hers is randomly generated, he likes being with her. All that matters.

His brief happiness died down when she wasn't on the bus the next day. He asked Sam if he knew anything. Sam shrugged and said she was probably sick.

She catched a cold, all he can think of.

But the next day, and the day after that, she still hasn't gone to school.

"She's slow to recover," Sam said.

He isn't quite sure. Victor opened his phone, opened her chat box, and watched.

He doesn't know if to message her or not, and will she ever reply. He only knows she has vanished.

For a few days, only. Perhaps he can only keep waiting.

Taylor

She took a day off. It was Friday anyway.

Taylor could feel as if her mother's hand's somewhere around on her cheek. She could close her eyes and think about her. Taylor felt as if she's being haunted, day and night. She couldn't roll around in her bed, like she usually does. She lay still in her spot, refusing to move even a bit. Her body is uncomfortably relaxed.

She doesn't understand why would her parents meet and create such tragedy. She know they love each other, dearly, but she couldn't say the same for her ownself. Her parents love each other, she couldn't see the need.

She wants to be able to choose her parents. Maybe to take control over her life if they couldn't accept the present when she could. And at least if she know what'll happen, she'd choose to live with the nothingless rather to be born. It would be fun living inside her mother's vagina and having a button ask her do you want to be born: yes/ no.

Sometimes, she thought, all the kids created inside science labs and when they were conscious enough to make a decision, they'd have a list to choose their parents. If they choose wrong, at least they couldn't blame just anyone. And being affected by one's own decision was less annoyed than by one other.

Taylor wanted it, she realized, she needed one sometimes.

She could only like one person that much, Taylor remembered about him. She asked herself what his parents would be. Wondered vague things about his family she could never know of.

Taylor missed him already, longing the way his eyes staring down at her. She wondered what he thought about not seeing her at school. She remembered their last time together. An extraordinary moment before she got interrupted. She doesn't know what her parents would think if they met him. But only her mother's worry sick, and she doesn't even know if that worry sick is sincere. If not for her sister, Taylor would take ages to ever convince her going out with a boy is a nice thing. She doesn't think she could do the same anymore.

One day, when she's independent enough, Taylor plans to get away from them. Somewhere far only she knows. As though it was something within probability, she could feels the sensation traveling along her body waiting for when the day come.

Victor

Taylor finally comes to school on Monday. She looked tired. She supposed to. But rather merely just tired, Taylor looks like she had experienced a macabre shock she hasn't recovered from.