In Love With Heathens
Victor suddenly whispered to me, before walking away, leaving me dead still in my spot.
He saw. He saw me crying when no one else did. Victor will always, even in this timeline and the next, know everything that goes on in my head.
What will he say, or think, if he were to find out who I trully am? That I;m actually thirteen years old now, and this is the future me, the future dead me, coming back in time to meet them.
That my ghost loved him and he loved me back, and we spent countless nights in each others arms.
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