#agentfictive

I miss Victim a lot. I keep thinking about it, but I can't get my mind off of him. I worry about him a lot — I hope he's doing well without me. I can still remember most of the little details about him, from how he liked his coffee to how pretty his scars were (and there was a lot of that to admire. He always thought they were ugly and ruined his appearance, but I always thought it just made him prettier.) to the way he'd dress. I remember that him and I both got cold easily, mine being from anemia, but I'd still always lend him my jacket because he never thought about himself enough to dress how he should for the weather. I miss him a lot.