Victor felt as if something was wrong with him, having you stay outside as he questioned his feelings about you. All that he could do was hold his head in his hands and mumble to himself, thinking he was wrong for thinking these things.

"No, no.. That couldn't be correct.. No.." Was what you faintly heard, over and over again. It was like playing a broken record that repeated the same line each five seconds.

The only thing that broke the loop was hearing him pace around his room.