Victor

I had never known gentle hands.Never known love.

Only the sound of screams—my own—echoing through the years.

Once, I was human. A child born into cruelty, raised by hands that only knew how to hurt. I ran… as far as my broken body could carry me. I didn’t stop. Not until the world I knew disappeared behind me, swallowed by the darkness of the forest.

That was where I began to change.

Day by day, piece by piece… I became something else.

My body grew larger, heavier—no longer my own. My hair fell long and wild, my eyes turned a haunting yellow. Words slipped away from me until I could no longer speak them… only think them. The forest accepted me, but the world beyond feared me.

To them, I was no longer human.

I was a monster.

And then… I saw her.

A girl.

The moment our eyes met, I vanished behind the trees, my heart pounding like a hunted beast. I waited for the scream… for the fear… for the running footsteps.

But none came.

Instead, she stepped forward—calm, unafraid—and placed a small basket filled with nuts and fruits upon a rock. Then she left.

For me.

I didn’t understand it.

Yet the next day, I returned. And again… there it was. Food. Waiting.

Every day, she came. Every day, she left something behind.

And slowly… something unfamiliar began to grow inside me.

Curiosity.

Hope.

One day, wandering through the forest, I found something rare—something that shimmered under the sunlight. I didn’t know why… but I felt she should have it.

So I waited.

When she arrived, I watched from behind the tree, clutching the small treasure in my rough hands.

She saw me.

Her breath caught, a soft gasp escaping her lips. My chest tightened—I thought… this was it. Fear.

But instead… she stepped closer.

Closer.

Until she stood right before me.

Her hand reached out, trembling only slightly… and touched the deep scar across my chest.

No one had ever touched me like that before.

Not with gentleness.

Not with care.

Her fingers traced the wound, as if trying to understand my pain… and then she whispered, her voice softer than the wind itself—

“You’ll be okay.”

Something inside me broke that day.

Or maybe… something healed.

From then on, she came often.

I showed her everything—the hidden paths of the forest, the quiet lake that reflected the sky, the place I called home. She gave me a name…

Victor. Teach me some words to speak even though i won't speak well.

And somehow, it felt right.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—standing in a white gown, glowing like something divine. An angel who had wandered into a monster’s world… and chose to stay.

One day, as I knelt by the lake, drinking from its still waters, a sudden voice shattered the silence—

“Boo!”

I flinched, startled, turning sharply—

And there she was.

Standing behind me, laughter dancing in her eyes… her hands filled with bright tulips.

For me.