Ian
I can’t say Victor has miraculously turned into a different man, or that this other man is someone I know anything about. But the side of him he lets me see so suddenly and so naturally is starting to fascinate me in a way that I did not expect.
We are sitting at my battered kitchen table and the sun is peaking through the windows and the air is filled with the scent of fresh berries and the beginning of the summer. It’s both domestic and otherworldly. Victor is sitting across from me and the way he is looking at me makes butterflies fly in my stomach. His deep blue eyes are raw and honest and I can’t help but feel sympathetic for him. Up until now, I didn’t really realize how deeply it might’ve hurt him to lose everything. I was so submerged in my own troubles I barely stopped to
