This whole "blast from the past" was spawned from one stupid little question.
"What made you want to do this?"
"...Huh?"
Today is a friday... I think. I can't seem to keep track of the days anymore, not like it matters.
The weather must be bad, otherwise my unwanted intern, Aileen, wouldn't be bothering me during the few precious moments that I have away from her.
"This. Your job, your career... What was the big event that pushed you towards something so difficult?" She repeats the question.
"What exactly makes you believe something had to happen?" I wonder, not knowing what it was getting me into.
"You seem too dedicated for something not to have happened. Ooo, was it a girl?" Aileen is being excessively nosy, as per usual. But...
"Yeah. You could say something like that." I sigh.
"Oh... Oh my god, really?" She sounds surprised...
"Please tell me the story." Aileen pleads.
"Why?" I can only imagine.
"I've done all of my work and we haven't been that busy lately. I figured maybe you would want to talk about it?" She shrugs in a non-chalant manner.
I set down the pen that I have been using, looking up at Aileen impatiently.
"What exactly do you want to know?"
Her eyes light up,
"Everything."
A/N: I forget exactly what sparked the idea to do something like this. But... You can probably expect some OOC-ness from Victor, because I planned on going far back in time (like, 11 years or so.) and because that's just how I write.
I'd be happy if people actually read the story, but I won't get my hopes up.
Fingers crossed,
Ana
