For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye

Chapters 8. Young Girl From Another City

It was a pretty shivering night then. Vicktor took all the sleeping gear to the place where Amelia was being treated. His condition had improved but he was aware of the incident that had just happened, exactly two days ago the storm hit making him shaken. For him sleep is the right thing to wake up from a real nightmare.

The knocking of the door came from the direction of the hallway, the hospital door had an oval-shaped translucent glass and it was a doctor. "Hey, you can sleep in the next room." point it out with your thumb and the other fingers clenched.

"It's okay, I'm fine here."

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything."

Everyone in the hospital is always kind. Offering yourself or just helping to lighten the burden with cursive. There is nothing bad about his treatment, the hospital contains people who understand what suffering means.

Night is synonymous with cold, therefore the fluid in the body is easy to get out. Accidentally when opening the door right in front of him there is someone sitting in the end seat. It is unclear for sure that he sat down to bend his head on his knees making his hair unravel and cover his face.

Finished from the restroom, Vicktor walked over and the woman was no longer in her place. However, when about to re-enter the room he appeared from the direction of the restroom. It's pretty surprising if it happens to anyone.

"What do you want" the woman gave a strawberry-flavored milk drink, very female.

If more on notice she's still a twenty-two year old girl. Her hair was blonde and straight, her face felt familiar to Vicktor. Looks like he's a sociable guy no matter who he's going to talk to.

"Thank you," milk might make it easier to sleep so she accepted it." By the way have we met?"

The girl walked over and sat back in the same place. "Do I look familiar in your eyes?"

This girl is indeed good at baiting her interlocutor.

Unaware Vicktor was sitting next to him while enjoying a milk box that was warm enough packaging.

"Somewhere, like I've seen you somewhere."

He simply smiled without turning his head and there was no sign of going back to the sun-smelling man's dialogue.

Back asking just to melt the atmosphere. "Are you waiting for someone? If you don't mind being able to sleep in that empty room next door."

"I didn't wait for anyone" he stopped saying in shock at Vicktor's face watching him firmly. "I just want to rest, I don't have a place to live, I jump from town to town."

"Ah, what's going on? Fighting or something?"

"Just wander, look for something else, or look for an uncertain answer."

"That sounds sloppy but quite bold. I think it was quite unique in those days that I felt something was lacking so I looked for it but you won't be able to."

"Because it's hard to get?"

"Because it never existed anywhere else,"

The two of them talked long enough until finally late at night made them unable to say a word.

The morning came everything seemed fine, the girl was even familiar with Amelia who had just opened her eyes. They even talk that a man doesn't know. For Vicktor the most important thing is Amelia's recovery, a new friend may sound a little cruel but it can heal her from a single drop of trauma.

The girl was quite strange, when she looked like a brother and sister. It is quite certain that the myth of the seven twins in the world is true. In various ways he is similar and has similarities that are not much different.

"So we're going home now?"

"What about Alice? Is he coming?"

"Who's Alic-" right, even he doesn't know who that girl is yet. Even getting acquainted has not been able to. "Alice if you don't mind sleeping with her."

His eyebrows shot up as if surprised the word came out of his mouth directly, "You sure?"

Just reply with a nod of the head.

Finally all agreed, there was nothing that could not be denied from the request of his own daughter. After all Alice was not like a stranger who had a lot of suspicion around. It could be because he is an overseas person, a good trait that can grab the attention of others is one to survive.

Many do not realize that life is so short, like grass on the roadside shortly after they are cut down without the slightest remnant. Even the grasses did not know that they were growing in the wrong fields.

There's nothing more quiet than hope, that's what Vicktor experienced. He saw a black key on the table that could carry anywhere, making himself uneasy and agitated. Hoping that he could find his wife or turn back time to before things started is crazy.

From the top floor a small cry was heard, just one can in the throat was not enough to relieve saturation and dizziness, even to relax the legs alone can not.

Alice she sat behind the door quietly listening to Amelia's sobs. He didn't even notice the sound of footsteps.

"Did something happen?" Vicktor tries to open the door but is stopped by Alice.

"Everybody needs time to be alone,"

"Maybe you're right," given the events of her past, she's very gloomy to be able to slightly understand how Amelia feels about staying. "Aren't you planning on winning it?"

"Let her cry alone, that way she's much more accepting of reality clearly."

"Yes, that's right."

Remembering something Vicktor wanted to show the magic key to Alice but accidentally dropped. Making the noise Amelia heard, interrupting her cries in grief. Of course it increased his alert tension.

"Is anyone there?" he said he was trying hard not to cry.

The door opened and answered a smile first. "I dropped something, did it wake you up?"

Amelia looked at the key in her big palm and said, "Can we go back with it."

Words are dangerous enough to blind someone. Vicktor felt himself qualified to do another crazy thing, for him the key was some kind of instant miracle that came like in a restaurant. His brain agrees with his daughter's words, if it can be returned maybe Angelica and her mother can survive, and there is a possibility to meet with Anastasya again.

"No! You can't do it!" the shout came from Alice, how could she say so without knowing what the topic of the conversation was.

"What do you mean?" ask Vicktor.

"You cannot do such a thing, you ... Can't think of such a fantasy."

There was something wrong with his words and it sounded ambiguous. Immediately realized after as long as he felt the strangeness since holding the key.

"You know this thing!" very loudly he said, until the feathers I sat the creeps heard it. "You know this key! Who're you!" Vicktor pushed the corner towards the wall.

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