Thank god for all that wine I drank or I don't think I would have been able to sleep at all. It was light out when I finally woke up, but I couldn’t seem to make myself leave my bed. What happened with Victor last night was still stuck on a loop in my brain. I’d hurt him, and I’d hurt him badly.I sighed and covered my head with the pillow. I knew "Victor" wouldn't be here today, but I still couldn't stand to see Mr. Weston's face right now. I knew it would just make those painful memories even stronger. Besides, here today or not, it's not like he was gone forever. Victor would return eventually, and then what would I do? How could I face him again after everything that had happened last night? More importantly, what would I say to him? I already had a good idea of the things he’d bring up the next time he was here. The biggest be

I sat there for a minute, trying to think of the safest way to phrase everything. I could tell Arthur was trying his best to be patient with me, but the way he shifted around behind the camera told me that patience was quickly running out. I sighed, trying to choose my words carefully."Well... 'a friend' of mine recently met a guy," I started slowly. He watched me intently through the camera. "He's really amazing. He’s intelligent, thoughtful, understanding, sweet. He’s pretty much everything she’s ever wanted in a man. The problem is he’s… sick. He’s very sick. In fact, there’s a good chance that he’s probably never going to recover. She knew this about him long before they started any kind of relationship, but that doesn’t mean it makes the situation any easier on her."

As I headed downstairs, I wondered if Arthur might actually take his time eating today. My question was answered as I entered the dining room. In short, not exactly. While he was definitely eating slower than usual, I would hardly call it "taking his time." Thomas walked in at that moment. His jaw almost hit the floor when he saw Arthur at the table. I guess he was just as stunned about Arthur eating on time as I was."My goodness, how did you manage this?" He asked."I talked with him about some personal problems of mine," I said, shrugging. "He couldn't leave the room fast enough."Thomas chuckled at this and shook his head. He didn’t ask for any details though. Again, I

Luckily, it seemed I was right about Arthur warming up to me again. Despite his initial hesitance to ask me questions, he seemed to relax more and more as time went on. Finally, he started getting into a groove of just throwing questions at me without even stopping to think about them anymore."So, what about your educational background?” He asked.I shrugged. "Nothing special really. Community college. I have an Associate's degree. Literature was my major.""Amazing," he said excitedly. "What drew you towards it?""Well, I used to read a lot as a child. It was kind of my escape from reality a lot of the time. As I got older, I guess I never really grew out of it,” I mused. “I was especially drawn towards the classics. Something about the romance of the

What to do? What was the best way to get Arthur to feel comfortable around me? I watched him as he played around with his camera. Well, Thomas did mention that getting involved in a new project would help to distract him. Maybe I could talk about work.But what? This project was what was causing the discomfort. I doubted talking more about it would help to fix that. But what else was there to talk about? He didn’t have any other projects going on right now.Or did he? My eyes suddenly landed on the bookshelf. The lightbulb went off in my head. I sat up straight and smiled at him. Although, he still wasn’t looking."Oh, by the way, di