Ian
Victor is hiding something. I realise it as I stare into his deep big blue eyes and he looks back with so much guilt written all over his face. It makes me a little said he is not sharing it with me when in the short time we reconnected I have practically told him everything about me. I am like an open book for him now - like that damn old grimoire he snuck up on me to read yesterday morning while he went through my things like a teen on a first date.
I try to tell myself it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t owe me his truths and not all people are just as fast on opening up as me. God, even I am not so open in front of most people I know. The only ones who know the real me to such deep extend they are practically a part of my soul are Luca and Veronica. But even to them I have not told eve
