Taylor and Victor

Chapter 27

Taylor

She waited until he got home, until her parents came back and went to bed, to finally curled up in a ball on her bed thinking of how badly her words came out of her mouth.

She knows what she said is right, and other bad probabilities that's possible. She knows being around him is risky knowing what happened. But the feeling she gave to him was genuine and she couldn't think she let her opportunity slip away. It was the second time Taylor ever refused to receive the love she's longing for forever. And when she did, she didn't know how she could face him again.

It's only a matter of time for her disaster to come.

On Wednesday, everything went back to the same pace of an ordinary day. When her parents are busy and she had to came back to school. The only thing pleasant was that she doesn't need to walking on eggshell nor to always look after herself in front of her mother. At the same time she starting to answers her father.

"I'll get going."

"Bye, dad."

Taylor thought to ignore Sam on the bus, but he never talked to her to begin with. He sat on his usual seat in the aisle, putting on his earphones and refused to look up at her.

"You gonna tell me, what happened after new year?" Mia asked her, in the canteen. She knows this day will come, but when she had to face the problem herself, there was a hard feeling inside her chest that wanted to swallow up every word she could think of.

"Holiday works," she said, without making eye contact with anyone. "My parents took away my phone."

Mia pursed her lips. "No breaking out?"

"Never."

"Like you would ever." Mia breaths air through her mouth, spinning the fork in her hand. "Did some bad spirits take the real you away?"

"I thought otherwise," Sam said. "She'd be the one who takes away bad spirits."

Taylor looks at him, with his face smiling to anything but her. He is talking to everyone around yet not her. She couldn't find herself to ask. She wondered, if he ever had a thought about anything.

She switched her attention to Victor, meeting his eyes so concentrated at her in the first place. Taylor wasn't sure what to say, she switched her attention right when their eyes met.

Even when she tried to, his picture haunted her everywhere. She thinks about if he wasn't tried to kiss her, she thinks about if she wasn't said loving him. Everything was a possible scenario inside her head, with his present became dreamlike reality as everywhere is a déjà vu of he wandering around. In the library, in the hallway, in the canteen. He made she asked herself what if nothing happened.

Taylor saw him in the school's yard from second floor, talking with a guy she didn't pay attention to. Victor was as other kids in her school with his appearance not so extraordinary, but through her iris he exudes an ideal enchantment she could find in no one else. He looked beautiful like a metaphor she can't make up.

Ironically, her action didn't help. She became sorrowful out of nowhere, blowing hot air to the cold glass window, slowly drawing a heart with her finger before getting up to her chemistry lab.

She did not even come down at his stop. She came down at hers, with Sam. Taylor didn't plan to ever have him walk her home like before, things was too ambiguous in between them. Even if she doesn't want to, Taylor swallowed her words and pretend she had confessed nothing to him.

Victor

He spotted her, climbing upstairs with experiment bottles in her hand. few with chemistry liquids, others were empty. They look cumbersome in her hands with the fragile material making them look dangerous, he feels as if one could fall and break.