Discovering the Future

Chapter 21- The Second Interlude

Disclaimer: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is not mine.

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As soon as Miss Peregrine finished speaking, Bronwyn stood up and ran back inside the house. Victor got up and quickly went after her.

Claire, Fiona, Hugh, Miss Peregrine, and Olive all went inside to the kitchen to make supper.

Horace and Millard went inside to the library.

Enoch went inside and down to the basement.

Emma remained seated until everyone had left and when she was alone, she went to the most secluded part of the yard.

With Bronwyn and Victor

Bronwyn burst through the door to her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed, sobbing.

Not one minute later, Victor entered her room. He softly shut the door and sat on the bed beside.

The room was silent for a moment, with the exception of Bronwyn's sobbing, before she spoke up. "Why Victor? Why do you die? Do the hollows kill you?"

Victor shook his head. "I don't know, Bron. I guess we'll just have to wait and find out by reading."

Bronwyn looked up at her brother. "If the hollows do end up killing you, how do they even get to you? They can't enter loops and Miss Peregrine would never let anything harm us."

Victor sighed, resigned to the fact that this conversation couldn't be avoided any longer. "Bron, there's something you should know."

Bronwyn tried wiping her, but the tears were still falling. "What is it?"

Victor braced himself. "I've been planning on leaving."

Bronwyn stared at him, confusion written on her face. "Why would you want to leave Victor? Aren't you happy here?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "I was Bronwyn, believe me; at the beginning I was happy to be here. I could stay young forever and be with you."

"Then what changed?" Bronwyn questioned, fearing what he might say.

"It's just so repetitive!" Victor exclaimed, trying not to let Miss Peregrine hear. "I feel like I'm losing my mind here; here in this endless cycle. I want to go out, see the world, and maybe even help in the war like Abe."

"But do you still want to leave, now?" Bronwyn wondered. "After you've learnt that you die?"

Victor thought about that question carefully. He didn't have to think for too long, however. "Yes, I do. I'm sorry Bronwyn, but I'd rather take my chances trying to leave and be free than staying here because I'm too scared to try."

Bronwyn closed her eyes, letting the wetness run down her face. "So you're still leaving? Even though you'll be leaving all of us?"

"I won't completely leave, Bron," Victor protested. "I will write and I will come to visit."

"That's what Abe said," Bronwyn muttered. "He promised to visit when he left, he hasn't and from what the book implied, he won't. He promised to always keep in contact with Emma, and as the book has proven, he doesn't."

"You make it sound like you don't like him."

"I do," Bronwyn insisted. "I like the boy that always put a smile on Emma's face and has made her so happy. But it won't stay that way. He won't come back. He'll get a wife, have two kids, and have a grandson. And although I do like him, I like Emma more. Emma comes before him and when he hurts her, I'll never forgive him for that."