✎ | The Evolved

8 |☢| Valeria

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And we're back in Valeria's mind... What does she think about Victor now?

- Fan ^.^

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Four

Valeria

8

HE REMEMBERS ME. HE STILL loves me.

I think.

But he thinks I'm dead, and doesn't want to remember me. Why? He thinks it's his fault that I drowned.

It's not his fault. I'm still alive.

I stand next to the boy I loved. The boy I still love.

As I glance at him, I feel like shit for taking a shot at him. Seeing him in so much pain, so much anguish for me is breaking my heart. At first, right after I shot him, I thought that he was dead. But then, when I finally dragged myself out the skyscraper, I noticed his chest was still rising and falling. His eyes were closed, his mouth open. Unconscious, I thought. I checked his wound. The bullet went straight in, and out – a flesh wound. He was going to have a fever, and a scar, but he was going to live. Then, I waited until nightfall to wake him up.

I sat beside him, waiting for night. I studied his features. He's barely changed. Maybe except for the fact that his hair is now longer.

Unlike me. I've changed.

Too much.

Beside me now, Victor struggles to calm down. He's still sniffling, but I think the hug I gave him helped him stop crying. I don't know why I gave him the hug. It was instinctive. But his body felt so warm, but not the familiar solid warmth like in the BET, it was hot to the touch. An unhealthy warmth.

His emotional breakdown completely surprised me. I didn't know that just saying my nickname would trigger such an emotional response from him. But nonetheless, I'm both happy that he still loves me, and heartsick.

I thought about telling him who I was just after I woke him up, but I eventually decided against it. Now, I'm sure my decision was right.

So I try to ignore the love, and longing for him in my heart. Instead, I think back to the task at hand.

It's your duty. The Commander's voice rings in my head. Bring him back, but I need him alive. I need him to finish this war. He is the only mystery. The only flaw in my otherwise perfect plan.

My duty.

I will do my duty.

The Commander set me off on this mission. Probably to test me. No matter, I won't fail this test. I can't fail the test.