Iris thanked her and started doing the same, starting a new conversation. “What you think Priam is doing right now?”
Victor’s self confidence had been tainted for the first time in his life. He had had always thought of himself as handsome, smart, strong. And maybe he still was. But those words crushed Victor, and he wouldn’t show it. But not in the sense of him being rejected. Luckily, Victor was great at concealing, he had concealed his own dark emotions for year, shattering others’ feelings, crushing them in the palm of his hand. But what had happened...It was a horrid sense of deja vu. now he knew what it felt like. The first time in his life he had reached out for affection, he had been denied. But even worse was knowing when he had done it, it was done solely to hurt, to make others’ suffer. He felt like dying. He felt like dying there, like the cruel fate he deserved, for all he had done wrong in his life and the little he had done good. He could cope with him being rejected, but realizing how ruthless he had been for years shattered him. He had ruined the days, weeks, and months of girls and former friends, all to see them slowly deteriorate. Victor looked down at his feet. He was nothing, and didn’t deserve to live. Yet he stood there, shameful of his acts with no way of apologizing anymore. The tears of a girl came back in his head, the soft sobbing he had cause plagued him. Victor finally shook out of it, responding “That’s fine. I understand.” He suggested “I can fly over, while you climb this tree here and jump to the other side, where I will have caught you once I shift. Is that alright?”