Guilt. In every single bone. He never talked to his parents like that. He never ran away.
Now, he was sitting next to Henry. They both were wearing masks. Victor improvized by wearing his fanciest clothes and a crown his father made him when he was a child. Henry was wearing a red army uniform.
This party was different. Bolder.
Two people were kissing in front of them. They were men. One was wearing a dress. Victor's world was spinning. A new, unexplored territory. The last piece of a puzzle.
"Can I kiss you?" asked Henry softly and Victor nodded.
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