Chapter 5:
Victoria was sitting in the rain on top of a junk pile. She was soaked, shivering and cold. Her normally fluffy white fur was clumped together with rain and mud, giving her the appearance of a drowned rat.
'What have I done.'
She had run out of Mistoffelees den and into the rain because she had panicked. Her best friend had professed his love for her, bared his soul to her, and she had run away.
He would never forgive her.
Her heart was racing, and all she could hear was the blood pounding in her head.
'Why did I run?' She asked herself. Misto hadn't used his powers, scared her, or tried to hurt her at all. So why was she so terrified. Plato had told her that he loved her, several times. She had never reacted this way before.
'Maybe it's because you love him.' Her subconscious piped up. Victoria went still. She had never thought of Misto in that way, or more accurately, never dared to think of him in that way. They had always only been friends.
'You could be more than friends…' her subconscious intruded again, shattering her thoughts as she tried to collect them.
Victoria sat in the pouring rain for almost an hour until she made up her mind.
She was going to see him.