Taylor and Victor

Chapter 19

Taylor

She came home quickly with his gifts in her hand, and his kiss moved back to her mind, where she could keep so many of her memories.

Taylor puts the box down and comes find a vase. Her mother would have empty wine bottles placed in those cabinets she hid in the corner of their kitchen. You'd need some at one moment, don't waste them. And this is the moment. She takes a thin, medium glass bottle and places his rose inside, filling half the length with some water.

She placed it in the counter top, shifting her attention to her gifted peach pie. Classic cake, like people's make turkey on Thanksgiving. Taylor carefully place the piece to a white plate. Staring at his creation all to herself.

Breath-taking, marvelous, eye-catching, meaningful gift. But the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to try and taste the pie, she wanted to keep this forever.

She bites her tongue to cut a piece. Taylor knows baked cakes won't last for a week, and she better consume them while they're still freshly baked.

She takes a small fork, bitting it and looking around to find a piece and tried.

Unknowing why, she breaks into giggle. This is too sweet, and a little too dry. She could tell at first bite. Taylor knows, her eyebrows scrunched up, she would still like how it tasted. Like they'd have bittersweet, and she'd has painful sweet. But she can bear it. Not so hard, peaches were good honesty.

And his cut looks clean, though. Look could beat taste, sometimes.

She keeps on trying another bite, little by little, follow with another, until the painful sweet fits her. But then she ran out. Taylor clicked her tongue bitterly before putting the plate into the dishwasher, then come upstairs and continued what she supposed to do.

The bottle was soon moved upstairs. Taylor reorganized the corner of her desk, placed her flower vase down. She secretly imagined where'd he keep her – now his – crown.

Victor

First thing he did, Victor climbed up to his brother's room and sneaked in. Alan told him to look after his room for all winter, so this was a kind of check up Victor would do. But the main thing needed to be addressed, Alan has a bluetooth printer, strangely convenient. He spotted it, and didn't mind using a film. He was the one who bought them anyway. He couldn't care less always believing in causal law like his grandmother did, so this is the consequence Alan'll has to receive bossing him around.

Few presses, a moment for printing, another for drying. She looked at the sky, toffee scarf, flower crown covering her head top. With a soft gray filter, Victor thought she looked pretty. Adorable, he must have said.

He walked back to his room, her picture in hand. He placed her flower crown where his butterfly box is, hiding away from the sun. He takes a step back, admiring that small corner of his desk, thinking about her.

The peach pie, Victor resisted himself not to touch. Not because he didn't like, but rather he doesn't want to spoil his fun. He'll save it for one day, when he feels justified enough, within his three days period.

Taylor

She's back to her daily routine. Going to school, playing at Sam's house, lying on her bed scrolling through social media. Or staying in her class putting her mind outside the window.

For one thing, sometimes Taylor puts her fingers on her forehead, feeling as if his lip was still lingering around. The softness wandered around on her skin. She closed her eyes, being so serious about how they were that day. And from now on, she couldn't think about him the same as before.

She started to stare at him, looking less like a murderer as she could. And when he stared back, she didn't bother to look away.

Sometimes, when her mind was not around, Taylor walks home when she could has taken the bus. As today, when winter break is tomorrow, she thought what a wonderful day to transfer break a leg into action. Literately breaking her legs cause her school isn't so near. But, still, the weather's nice.

Birds chirping, people talking, cars driving by are what she supposed to be hearing. Taylor plugged her earphone in and all she heard is what she wanted to hear. She's humming quietly on her way home, skipping along the street. Taylor'd running her finger on those newly printed newspapers delivered from presses, taking a moment to enjoy fresh baked bread smell from her favorite bakery.

Victor has just kissed her hand, that's all. Because he's feeling like. Taylor knows, and by any manner, she started to think of him more often.

Victor

Victor saw her walking back to her house, he couldn't understand why when she could have taken the bus. He can only stare outside, trying to read what's going on inside her mind.

He sees her mouthing something, to her earphone. And she's doing this little jumping while walking. Before their bus pass, he could peeking and saw her looking hungrily at a new bakery in their district.

Victor blows heat to his window, and drawing a little heart with his thumb.