This day turned out to be one of the worst since my arrival, and when I arrived on the fourth floor of my building, I was on the verge of crying.
I automatically turned my head towards Victor’s apartment. A trickle of light filtered under the door, so I knew he was there.
The last thing I wanted was to have a conversation with him, where I was going to have to justify myself for what had happened that morning. I didn’t want to argue. But then, having just spent an afternoon that had turned me upside down emotionally, I realised that I needed him. I needed him to distract me by telling me about his books, or some computer geek thing that I would only understand half of. I needed him to hug me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I just wanted to see him.
When did he become essent
