Taylor and Victor

Chapter 28

Victor

Soon after he went back to school, Alan went back to their house. He would sit uncomfortably from his bed, listening to the sound of his brother unpacking packages. Along with his stories of staying in the campus for the whole weather. But for everything no one can still get his mind off her.

Now every time he saw her passing by, he thought of coming closer. Anything of her present was what he wanted to keep. Victor's stucking in the trope of forgetting and missing her. He could not be annoyed by anyone anymore when his mind is too busy arranging complicated thoughts he made up for himself. He thought of what will it's like if he got a chance to change the world.

He started to see her everywhere. Victor sees her in the library, in the hallway, in the canteen, even when he's sitting in his class. Their friends are what keep them sitting together at lunch, but nothing came in between. Not a look, nor word was exchanged. He soon grows sick of the tempted feeling.

He wouldn't be waiting for her anymore.

Victor didn't get down on his stop that day, he get down at hers. With kids soon walking in their directions, he spotted Sam and Taylor walking together. He saw them, sometimes jealous of how close they always were.

They seemed to be talking about something serious, but he didn't care.

"Taylor."

They both turn back at the same time, with two opposite emotions he thought he could not be any more familiar with. Sam looks joyful, a smile spread across his face, while Taylor was just staring at him unemotional.

"If you don't mind," he said to Sam. "Can we have a moment?"

They exchange glances, with her looking at Sam nervously. He only patted her on the shoulder before he looked at Victor, smiling, then walked off with a light gesture to cheer her up. Taylor watched all while her face fell down. But she looked more anxious rather than uninterested.

"What do you need me for?" she said. Her hands are playing with the end of her scarf, one he had been too familiar with. Victor didn't answer right away, he took out his right hand from his coat packet, taking hers before lifting it to his lips, to tell her words he didn't want to say out loud.

He kept their hands held together and started to walk over her house direction, with her hand as though lightly squeezing tighter.

"I need you to walk you home," he said.

She keeps quiet for the whole time, her eyes stare straight ahead like a robotic movement had been coded inside her mind, repeated every time he was with her.

"Are you still mad at me?" Victor asked her when she seems to lack emotion. He could tell no more if she'd ever been tense and he couldn't notice, nor was she just doing what she is.

"Why would I be mad at you?" Her voice was low and soft. Lower than she used to but still more tense than what she would be doing . He couldn't hear the wavered sounds in her voice. Taylor speaks blankly at a much steady pace than she usually does.

"Just thinking. You still haven't spoken to me since."

"Things. Some were choices I could choose, some just the reality I have to face." Taylor turns to his side, eyes still glued down the road. "I'm not anyone to make a wise decision, just who would avoid facing them by avoiding facing you."

"Choices?"

"Whether it was a good or bad thing for us being together."

"Something has been bugging you?"