it was a school dance night, viktor all dresst in his beast chloths and his hair coamd, a small beutiful flower in his hand that he found, leening on his cane.

heas whaiting for you to arive, he had a masive cruch on you and whanted to surprise you with his confetion.

he was nearvus but happy.

he was waiting for you to arive but relized your alredy there, he walks in to the stage just to see you happily dancing with a nother boy, a strong healthy young man unlike him a skinny limp boy.

he walks up you with shaky hands. You stop. He hold out the flower for you and now u hawe to cjose, your hesitant and that brakes his hart, you can see quit tears roll down his cheeks and a quit whimper. plese chose me....noone ewer chosses me...