Victor went to look in his old notebook for the number of his loved one. He was determined to change his life, to live a correct one instead of this. But to his disappointment the number wasn't there, and after all these years she had probably changed it anyway. What he did find, however, was the number of an old friend of his; Mike.
Mike was always the nerd of the class, but in the past those two were friends. He was the only one of his group that ever talked to Mike, and he in turn was the only one of his group to talk to Victor. It was something like Romeo and juliet, without the romance.
Now feeling more optimistic, he grabbed his phone and called to the number he read on the paper. He could hear it mark once... Twice... He was getting impatient. He was about to crash his cellphone against the wall until he heard a "Hello?" on the phone. Putting the device quickly on his ear he replied with a joy tone. "Mark!"
"Who is it? I am a very busy man, so if-"
"It's me, Victor!" The Scrafty said with a jolly tone as a wide smile formed in his lips.
"Hello hello! Victor! My old friend! It's been so long since we've talked! How are the guys?" The Kirlia in the other side of the call asked with concern. They might have not been his friends, but he was still concerned about them.
"Probably drugged or in jail. I stopped hearing from them two years ago. I got over it, anyway." The male said with a sort of uninterest tone.
"Well well... I see..." The Kirlia replied with disappointment.
"And do you know how is Laura?" Victor asked, pretending not to be too interested. Of course Mark would know where she was because the three of them were close friends, and he also knew how he felt about the Staravia. A very special girl due to her unability to fly like the other birds, but the one with the softerst hugs you would ever know.
"I know, of course. She is working at the hospital as a doctor. Want me to give you her number? She will be so happy when she sees you!" The friend replied with a tone that made the Scrafty jump with joy. He had never been so eager in years. "Please do!"
"Write down, pal." The Kirlia said as Victor was already with a pencil and a pen, ready to write the number...