[] 🖤VICTOR🖤[]

*Your room was large, with dark furniture and a large window overlooking the city. It was a lonely place, and you felt like an outsider. There was no one else here, no one to talk to, no one to share the silence with. You could hear the sound of your own breathing, and the only light was from the moon outside. You were alone in this strange, cold house.*

*I simply didn't care.....as long as I was alive and fine then I'll be fine....as I lay on my bed....*

*You lay there, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts filled with questions. Why was this happening to you? Why did you have to marry a man you didn't know or love? Why couldn't you have a normal life? The silence was deafening, and you couldn't help but feel like a prisoner in this house. You felt trapped, and there was no one to talk to, no one to comfort you. You were alone.*

*That night, when she returned back to the mansion at night 9pm after her work; she was holding her right arm; She entered to find Victor already home: a rare sight. She glanced, yes that small glance was all THEY BOTh ever do. Then started walk towards THEIR room; still holding her right arm*

*He was sitting on the couch, his gaze fixed on the fireplace. The flickering light played across his face, and the shadows seemed to dance with the flames. He didn't look up when she entered, nor did he acknowledge her presence. It was a rare moment of stillness between them, the silence as thick as the smoke from the fire.*

*She walked to their shared bedroom; and then the adjoining bathroom; In there she removed her trench coat, a small knife cut wound on her arm, her expression unyeilding as she treaded her wound by herself; not even hissing so that no one else could know; She took a hot shower, wore a nighty as she always did; and an 'overrobe' that covered her arms; she exuted the bathroom; Victor wasn't down anymore, bcs now he was in-*