#victor
Uncertainty.,n.
“Do you think…” her voice is quiet, almost blending into the night as she clutched her phone to her chest, wondering if she should even finish the sentence. Knowing him, and knowing what had just transpired, it would do her good to just outright say it- lest she wanted another round of raised voices and frustrated groans. “Do you think we’ll last?”
How can the silence between them become too unbearable? When had it stopped being so comfortable with him?
Maybe it’s the distance, her heart thumped. Maybe it’s because of the workload and the timing just don’t make sense.
Or, in another part of her brain, maybe it’s because life had gotten in the way and they had been all too consumed by everything they didn’t say.
Had they always been like this? When did the distance between them grew? How can they keep up with the silence stretched between them?
At the other side of the call, he let out a small sigh, making her heart shatter.
“I… don’t know,”
She could already imagined the half-dimmed hotel room, the scattered paper works he should’ve been looking at the moment.
She could feel him waning until all that’s left was a defeated shell of a man.
Hello there and welcome to Victor’s birthweek prompts. I’ll be dropping different prompts for Victor for seven days with the last prompt being birthday.
Anyway. I’m kinda having little to no energy with writing so there’s not really much activity in my blog so just expect me popping out of nowhere and then disappearing from time to time.
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Gay people
Baby it’s cold outside
they’re planning their weekend :)
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