Victoria spent the whole day in her room. She was lost in thought the whole time,and for the rest of the time she wrote.

Victoria was a poet.

One would imagine she had a documentary of all the events that transpired the past few years, its surprising how she managed to cope for so long.

So pathetic.

Victoria rolled her eyes as a thought came to her mind. she tightened her grip on her pen as she began to write tears fell down her reddened eyes.

Suddenly a noise came from the window it was him, the boy from before .

"Didn't you get the message?" Victoria said her eyes lit up in anger.

"Hey, calm...