Day Twenty Eight/ Bad Ending

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In Which Victor Panics

Scratching sounds from Victor’s pen interspersed with the clicking of keys and clink of his coffee mug made up the office symphony which filled the air. The sun had long since gone down, but the buzzing fluorescent lights allowed the CEO to continue hammering away at the pile of documents on the edge of the desk. 

Victor took another sip of his coffee and glanced at the screen of his phone. Even though the indicator light was not flashing, he picked it up and turned on the screen. 

Still nothing. 

He sighed and hit redial on his last call, frowning when it again went straight to voicemail. ’What could she be up to…I would have thought she’d be breaking down my door today of all days.’ A feeling which had become all too familiar as of late filled his belly and his lip raised slightly in displeasure. The clock on the wall struck eleven and Victor finally closed his laptop. He lifted his heavy overcoat from its place on the coat rack and slid it over his arm, again checking his phone for a response. Nothing but another avalanche of emails in regards to next week’s business trip to Milan…

The keys jingled as Victor locked the office door and dropped them back into his pocket. Though he had spent years walking down this darkened corridor alone, tonight it felt emptier than usual. He found his phone again in his hand, though its screen was as dark as ever. The sound of his own footsteps enveloped the dark figure, their steadiness doing nothing to calm the storm they carried forward.

“She must be working late.” It was the most logical conclusion. Did nothing to explain her lack of incessant messaging that usually poured in all day every day, but at least the thought calmed his stomach just a knot. Victor placed his briefcase in the back seat and spurred the engine of his car to life. 

Street lights rippled across the black vehicle as it rolled down the street toward the familiar office building. The skies were calm and bright, adorned with stars and crowned with a moon nearly full. Only the faintest of breezes caressed the few leaves which still hung from the trees and danced with the yellowed grass. 

Victor’s eyes danced between the speedometer and the road while his fingers tapped impatiently on the dash. The slightest flame of anger lit in his belly and began to warm the worry inside, causing the currents to swirl even more violently. Didn’t she know that he would be worried?! He could feel the nerves rising into his throat as he pulled into the parking lot and looked expectantly up at the window of the girl’s office. 

It was dark. 

Nonetheless, Victor slammed the car into park and exited quickly, back straight as he crossed the parking lot and entered the front door of the office building. The hallways inside were dim; only the emergency lights cast their yellow glow over the walls and pooled in half-circles on the floor. He quickly made his way down the hall, into the elevator, and up to her floor, only to find the door to the office locked and the lights off. 

“Damnit. Okay, she wouldn’t spend any length of time at Souvenir with it being closed. So she’s probably at home.” The words though whispered beneath his breath managed to echo in the empty corridor. Victor turned heel and returned to the elevator, finding his hands were slightly beginning to shake. He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone, this time typing out another text. “Where are you? Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?”

Despite his best attempts to quell them, Victor couldn’t stop the worst case scenarios from dancing around in his brain. Was she ill? He sat in the driver’s seat of the car and stared at the phone screen, his mind refusing to calm. What else could he do? He again opened the messaging app and tapped on the contact information for Willow, Anna, and Kiki. “This is Victor. Was your boss at work today?”

To his surprise, he almost immediately received a response. “No, we thought she was spending the day with you.” 

A rock sunk heavily in his stomach and nausea threatened to double him over. “Okay. Her apartment. Dummy probably caught cold and has been sleeping all day.” He put the car in gear and flew out of the parking lot. 

Knock knock

Knock knock

Knock knock

Victor knocked louder and louder, carefully examining the cracks around the door for any light and putting his ear to her door for any signs of life. 

He was met with silence and further darkness. 

She hadn’t realized exactly how late it was; the girl knew she had been hard at work preparing for a long time and that the sun had disappeared long ago, but the midnight chimes caught her off guard. 

The girl glanced up at the clock, a frown plastered on her face. “Victor, why aren’t you home yet? Working until midnight on your birthday of all days…" 

All around her were elaborate decorations of streamers, balloons, roses, and every Shiba Inu item she could find in Loveland. A white frosted cake with edible flowers and strawberries stood on the coffee table, and looking at it filled her with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. 

"And why haven’t you called me?” She reached for her pocket to check her phone, only to discover the pocket was empty. Her eyebrows narrowed and she glanced around the room, running up and down the surfaces for the familiar object. 

The girl sifted through the piles of wrappings from the decor, the cupboards in the kitchen, and even Victor’s bedroom to no avail. “When did I even last have it…” She wracked her brain and eventually a hazy memory of sitting on the couch with it returned. 

Sure enough, the phone had slipped between the couch cushions. She tried to turn on the screen only to realize the battery had died. “Oh dear… That would explain why I haven’t heard from him." 

She plugged it into the phone charger Victor kept on his kitchen counter for her ("Dummy, you can’t even remember to charge your phone? Good thing I purchased this for you”) and after a few months, the screen lit up. 

After the boot up sequence, the messages began rolling in. 

“Have you eaten today?”

“Would you like to go to lunch?”

“Must be busy today. I haven’t received a single banal message all day.”

“Do you have a ride home today?”

“Are you coming to LFG after work?”

“Where are you? Why aren’t you answering my messages?”

She couldn’t help but giggle as she read through the increasingly concerned messages and listened to the three voicemails. “All worked up,” she giggled, though a little bit of guilt prickled the back of her mind. “I suppose I better let him know I’m alright…” The buzzing of Victor’s phone caused him to jump. He immediately pulled over to the side of the road and whipped the phone out of his pocket, eyes greedily devouring the text. 

“I’m fine, I’ve just been busy today and my phone died! Are you home yet?” 

Concern melted away, leaving only anger behind. Before he could even get ahold of his emotions, his fingers were hitting the dial button. Each ring intensified the fire until the familiar voice entered his ear. “Hello?” 

“Dummy, did you forget to charge your phone again? You have caused me no end of problems today! Nobody knew where you were!” Victor’s words were sharp and cold and when they faded away, the line remained silent for a long time. The silence gave him enough time to regain his composure and he found himself feeling a little bit guilty. He continued, his voice much softer. “You should have let me or your coworkers where you were. You had everyone worried.” 

Another few silent moments passed before the sheepish voice of the girl returned to the line. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry everyone. You didn’t answer me though. Are you home safe yet?”

Victor looked out the window at the dark street and shook his head, putting the car back in gear. “No, I was traveling the roads between your apartment and your office looking for you. And you haven’t told me where you are yet.” He paused, seeming to catch on to something. “You’re at my house, aren’t you?”

“If I was at your house, would I have to ask if you were home yet?!”

A soft chuckle got lost in the roar of the engine and the sound of the tires as they returned to rolling down the road. “You’re a terrible liar. You aren’t at home, work, or LFG. It’s my birthday and you haven’t done any of your usual dummy birthday things. So logically, you must be at my house.” 

“Okay fine. I’m at your house. But just come home, okay? I worked really hard on this surprise birthday and you’ve already ruined it by being a worry wart.” 

Victor could picture her petulant face in his mind’s eye and a wide smile spread across his face. “I’m coming, I’m coming. But it’s far too late to celebrate. Just put away whatever novice cake you’ve inevitably made and get into bed. I’ll be there soon.” 

The girl sighed into the receiver and Victor could hear the sound of her slippers brushing the carpet. “Fine. But that means tomorrow you have to spend the whole day with me for ruining the surprise.” 

“Or maybe you have to spend the whole day with me for being an irresponsible dummy who made me worry, how about that?” Victor teased, flipping the blinker to turn onto the street that he lived on. “You have to make up every minute I spent waiting for you to reply to my messages and staying late at the office in case you randomly showed up. I’ll be home soon so I’m hanging up.” 

The dial tone echoed in her ear and the girl’s hand dropped to her lap. Her face was drawn down in a deep frown and a strand of hair dangled over her cheek. The tone of his words echoed in her ears, repeating his anger over and over to her memory. With slow movements she picked up the cake, placed it in the fridge, and headed to the bedroom to change into the pair of pajamas she had stowed away in his dresser. 

She lay snuggled between the smooth silk sheets, twirling the ring on her right hand as her thoughts spun in circles around it. Victor had straight up yelled at her…she curled up into a little ball, wrapping her arms around her knees and tucking in her head. 

The sound of the door opening echoed across the white tile of the entryway and into the living room, followed by the click of his shoes and the jingling of his keys settling onto the hook. She did not move. The lights flicked on. She did not move. “I see you’ve once again managed to top the decorations from last year,” Victor called out. She did not move. 

Victor stepped into the bedroom and glanced at the lump under the blanket before loosening his tie. “Are you asleep already?” he asked, stepping closer and unbuttoning his shirt. He hung the tie and removed his shirt, dropping it into the hamper next to the bed. “Seems like quite a short amount of time for you to have fallen asleep, though.” 

He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her form. She shied away from his touch and a sigh played on his downturned lips. “Okay, what is wrong? You’re far too obvious when you’re upset.”

“I’m upset with you.” 

Victor sighed again and slid out of his pants, hanging them up and putting on his sleep shorts before climbing into the bed. He lay on his back with his feet extended and his left arm under his head, right hand extended toward the girl. “I’m rather upset with you, too. You really scared me today.”

She didn’t speak for a long time, the pair of them laying in an awkward deadlock of wills. Finally, she rolled over and extended her hand. Victor took her fingers in his and rubbed them gently. “I didn’t mean to worry you…I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday. I just got so wrapped up in it that I didn’t think to check my phone at all. I’m sorry for the problems I caused you. But I’m upset that you yelled at me.”

“I shouldn’t have done that.” His response surprised the girl and her eyes peeked out at him from beneath the blanket. “I should have taken a moment to compose myself before I called you. But I was so desperate to hear your voice and so angry that I didn’t think before I acted.” 

“That’s very unlike you. You never get flustered like that.” 

Victor chuckled, rolling over onto his side and wrapping his arms securely around the girl’s small form. “You make me do all kinds of things that ‘aren’t like me.’ Most of the time I just manage to do them without anyone noticing. Sometimes caring for a dummy makes one do illogical things.” 

She buried her face in Victor’s bare chest, the tears he hadn’t realized she was crying creating cold spots on his skin. “Come now, don’t cry. I’m not angry anymore. Upset, but not angry. And tomorrow I will spend the day atoning for my sin.” He held her tightly until her tears subsided and her breathing evened and slowed. 

“That’s my little dummy,” Victor whispered as his fingers ran through the silky strands of her hair. He felt his throat tighten and his eyes prickle. “You think far too much of me…I’m just a regular human being with regular emotions. I get scared just like anyone else.” His grip tightened and the girl stretched, her hands and face pressed against his torso. She snored softly and his lips curled up slightly at the corners despite the tear which had escaped and trickled down his cheek. “You really just can’t see that version of me, can you?”

The sleeping girl gave no sign that she had heard him, but that was exactly what Victor had hoped. “You just sleep safely in my arms, my little dummy. I will always protect you.” Her soft snores kept complete silence at bay, soaking into Victor like warmth from the sun and calming the anxiety which had plagued him all day long. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers up and down her back in increasingly slower motions until he, too, drifted off into the warm and safe dreamland which only existed with her in his arms. 

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