Taylor and Victor

Chapter 33

Taylor

Life doesn't please her anymore. Sometimes she thought about death. Like a death she caused herself. The thought makes her shiver but at the same time, she felt it was so real.

Taylor couldn't tell, in the cold February. Her feelings have changed, with this phrase of her life couldn't get any worse. The little things in her life that were once pleasing were now not. She started to feel solitude despide how crowded her school is. She has her friends of her own, but at one point they couldn't help anymore.

Victor

Taylor didn't look pleased with anyone. She always looked like is about to break down but yet hidden. Her face was a thought to be neutral but he could see her became a melodramatic depressed mess in a matter of time. Sometimes when they are together, he thought Alan could possibly be right.

But time when she would stick to him for no reason, hugging him every time she felt like it. He has hope for them to last on forever. The time when he was running after her, all now should pay off. But now he thought about what he could have done for her more than before.

For this week, Taylor looked more tired and sleepy than she usually does. She doesn't seem like someone who had insomnia, but someone who gets triggered too much they could not sleep at night. Victor started to get worried every time her face nearly fell down the table, or stumbled backward when sitting with him in the library.

Victor couldn't be sure if he'd be able to help her anymore.

Taylor

Taylor didn't feel sleepy, Not like she was strongly awake, but with a little part of her wanting to sleep but her mind can't stop from working.

She kept on rolling over to her side when she knew she should sleep soon. There was always an uncomfortable feeling, traveling and messing with her body. Her head's like being turned upside down.

She would hate herself tomorrow if she tried to wake up. But it was a rather better choice even though she would be scolded by Mrs. Margaret for sleeping in her class.

But something's giving her the enormous, dark and mysterious feeling from outside her room window. Her bed became smaller, tiny apart from what she's seeing, feeling and all that happens. The vast sky became an empty universe with darkness covered over. There's a thing luring from outside, which could be deadly dangerous.

Taylor lay staring out the window, reconsidering her options.

She sits up before taking her phone and coat, going out for a walk.

It was a creepy morning exercise experiment. Taylor has the ball to walk in the dark, scary pavement but can't put on her earphone as usual. She'd be stepping so freely, yet cautiously around her neighbor.

The air was refreshing, which also made her more conscious. Now she is in touch with the gigantic picture, the feeling of being solitude came in more thick and dense. But it was a feeling of being solitude with the universe she's living in, a feeling of being solitude in between the significant and the insignificant. Taylor knew what would happen to her being the only person active at night, beside the owl which perched on the flickered street light.

She passed his house a few times, wondering which window was his.

Taylor picked up her phone, the thought of calling him passed her mind a few times. But she eventually accepted that no one would be awake at this time.