Amazingly surreal. If you had told me a few months ago I'd be telling Viktor the Lunatic how much I loved him in the back of a bus in Alaska, I'd probably have assumed you were as crazy as him. Then again, I always make false assumptions.
We had a long drive ahead of us with seven hours of snowy roads and only two stops on our way to Fairbanks. Outside everything was frozen, and a thin snow was falling over us, even the trees branches were frost. I felt like all the little things around where so detailed, the slow traffic probably helped but at that specific moment, I sensed like I had been unblinded. I couldn't help but wonder why Viktor was always so quiet, though I knew he had an amazing personality, I still couldn't understand why when he was with me he'd be opened up and quiet with the others.
I wasn't good at decrypting people, and so I looked at him, still and silent.
Most people, well girls, would have described him as a Greek god or a hotness monster but I didn't really see that part anymore, he was just my Viktor, silent and incomprehensible.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, making me realize my mouth was open wide with admiration, nearly drooling.
“I don't know I was just thinking about something.” I answered, staying vague, not knowing if I should go deeper into the subject.
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