*Piper’s POV, Present Day*
Victor stood up, pacing the room. He let out a shout as he threw his fist into the side of one of the bookcases, his arm slowly falling down by his side as he leaned against it breathing heavily.
“Victor?” I called out softly.
No response came, so I stood and walked towards him, placing my hand on his arm.
“Victor, look at me please.”
For a moment it seemed as though he wasn’t going to move, but then he slowly turned his head towards me, his eyes not meeting mine. Tears flowed down his face.
“What’s bothering you Victor? Why are you crying?” I asked, cupping his face in my hands.
He shook his head, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“It isn’t anything for you to worry about my love. It just hurts, hearing your thoughts and feelings on everything
