High Line (mini-fan fiction)

High Line

We got the worst news possible on the day before of Viktor Polášek's birthday. Our friend Vojtěch Štursa had fallen off a 75 metre high when he had been on the high line that he absolutely loved. David Jiroutek has just told me what happened. He asked me to tell Viktor the news. So, I was the one who had to tell his closest friend Viktor Polášek. I had no idea how I would do but I had to. I remembered that he had wanted to keep Vojta home as he had had a bad feeling about his trip to the South American continent. Unfortunately, he couldn't. At that moment, we were towards their room with Tomáš Vančura to tell the news he feared that he might get. I knock on the door with my shaking hand. Viktor opens the door and lets us in. I look at him before we tell him. He knows something important is getting told to him.

"Viktor, can we talk for a moment?" Tomáš asked Viktor.

"Yes..." his voice started trembling.

"I am so sorry to tell you but Vojtěch has fallen off the high line from 75 metre high..."

"No... No... Noooooooo!" he screamed. "He is not dead, is he?"

"They told us that they are looking for him but he is most likely dead. I am terribly sorry..."

"He is not dead!" he squealed. "He is alive until they find his remains."

"Viktor..."

He ran to his bed and starts crying. He didn't want to accept his friend's tragedy. He screamed at loud and asked me to go out. I had to let him to accept the fate of his best friend, his teammate and room mate. They were really-really close. Everything they had done together had become just the sweetest memories. It seemed that Viktor didn't want to accept it. I understood him. I also felt terrible. I couldn't believe that the tragedy has happened so quickly. Vojta had called him about 4 hours ago telling him that everything will be alright...

An hour later, Viktor came downstairs to us. He was dressed in colours while we are in black. He didn't mourn. He still believed that Vojta is alive. He didn't want to accept the truth. He looked at us and asks if he dreamed that I told him what have happened. David told him that he didn't. He just screamed and ran back to their room. I followed him as I wanted to calm him down. When I reached their room, I saw Viktor crying while standing in the balcony and looking in the distance. He looked like if he was waiting for Vojta to come home on his feet.

"Viktor..." I whispered. "It is me... Saku."

"Filip... tell me... he... will... come... home..." he talked softly.

"Maybe..."

I just realised if I looked at him and see how hard the tragedy hit Viktor. I advised him to keep alive his memory somehow. Viktor just sighed and asks me to wake him up and tell him that it was just a nightmare. Vojta would call him soon. I did even if I knew that he wouldn't. He wouldn't call us. He wouldn't prank us. He wouldn't joke around. He was gone but I knew that saying this to Viktor was just a lie. He needed time... so much time... I told him that he needs to be strong. For Vojta... Vojta didn't want him to be sad. He must have been looking down at him and saying that he needed to continue the life without him. He might have said that he would be in his heart and if Viktor needed him just look up and asked for his help.

Viktor's desperation made me even more depressed. He had just lost his friend and seeing him waiting for Vojta was terrible. He was hopeful but I feel it was just a war against the windmill. Maybe not... I wish I could tell him that his friend will come home and he will hug him. I knew that I must say that he won't like the others already. On the other hand, I know that Viktor might have been right. They hadn't found him yet. They were still looking for him. The search had begun. Vojta might have still been alive. He might have been injured and screaming for help.