Alexander's p.o.v.:
"I wish I wasn't like this", I said, looking at the dark hues in the sky, indicating temporary physical dusk to others, but, permanent cavernous murk to me.
"Alexander?", her pleasant voice echoed in my tympanum, as she leaned on her right elbow to look at me.
A hint of slight worry lacing her violet glazed eyes.
I don't even want to keep her in the dark anymore.
"Are you okay? I forgive you, but, don't lower your self-esteem like this. You're good. We're good. Okay?", said Victoria, placing her tiny left palm on my forearm.
Why is she so good?
What did I do to deserve her?
More importantly, what did she do to deserve me? A behemoth.
"Hm", I replied silently, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.
"Hm", she hummed back, and placed her head on my chest.
I felt a
