Clara's question lingered, suspended like the city's misty rain. Victor's gaze drifted toward the Hudson River, his expression veiled.
"Losing those I care about," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Clara sensed depths to Victor's words, unspoken stories.
"Who did you lose?" she asked gently.
Victor's eyes refocused, his mask slipping back into place. "No one important."
Clara detected hurt beneath his nonchalance.
A Glimpse of Victor's Past
Victor's childhood memories haunted him:
- A lonely mansion
- A distant father
- A tragic accident
His past defined him, yet he concealed it.
Present-Day Reflections
As they strolled, Clara observed Victor's profile:
- Strong jawline
- Piercing blue eyes
- Secrets
"Victor, what drives you?" Clara asked.
Unveiling Ambitions
"I want to make a difference," Victor said. "Through my foundation, I support underprivileged kids."
Clara admired his dedication.
Shadows Resurface
Victor's phone buzzed. He hesitated before answering.
"Victor Blackwood."
A pause.
"I'll handle it."
His expression darkened.
"Clara, I need to go."
An Abrupt Goodnight
Clara sensed turmoil beneath Victor's composure.
"Tomorrow?" she asked.
Victor nodded.
Their lips brushed, a fleeting kiss.
Midnight Solitude
Clara watched Victor disappear into the night.
Questions swirled:
1. Who was on the phone?
2. What secrets hid behind Victor's eyes?
3. Would their connection endure?