“I don’t mind listening to people’s life stories. It’s quite interesting to see what happened in others lifetimes.
victor laughed at his own choice of words. he shrugged, looked at her ❝ i don't know what i said ❞ he commented ❝ i meant, i don't like the light because i am not used to it. it is very bright here, isn't it? i have heard it can get darker at night, but so far have i not seen that ❞
“No it’s not very bright at all here..” she said with a small nod. “How are you doing..”?











