VICTORIA' S P O V
A WEEK HAS GONE BY since the death of Noah. I feel like time is just flying by without me doing barely anything.
I don't know why but I feel immensely attached to Italy and the people I've met. I basically have all the information I need to take down Igor but I haven't yet, not because I don't want to but because I want to wait a bit more. I still have two more months or so, so I do have time to do what I will do soon.
Even if I do take Igor down, what does that say about me? What am I going to do afterwards. Yeah I'll be going back to Spain but is that all? What about the people I met here?
I sighed shaking my head. What do I really want?
Besides those points, today is Sunday meaning it is Noah's funeral that's being held tonight.
Of course I have to attend, his whole family and close friends will be there as well.
I wouldn't say I'm close to him as much as before but his family believes that we have always been friends and fight for fun. I don't necessarily blame them for believing that because when we fought in front of them it would not be with violence.
The funeral isn't until later tonight. Either way I don't mind waiting. Groaning I make my way out of bed and go to my bathroom.
Literally why did I come to my bathroom? I have no idea myself. Since I'm already in here I decided to splash some water on my face, cold water.
Once that was done I took the towel placed neatly inside the brown cupboard and dabbed my face dry.
As much as I want to stay in bed, I still have work to complete. With that "motivation" and thought I made my way downstairs to a built in office and sat down on the black leather chair.
The astonishing sound of keyboard clicking hit my ears making me smile, I really adored typing on a laptop computer.
An hour has officially gone by and I was starting to get really freaking tired. I hate doing work but I love killing people. That's a joke, maybe!
As my eyes are slowly drooping a blaring noise made it's way through the air. Exhaling I eyed my phone before answering the unknown number.
"Hello, Victoria?" The voice spoke.
"Victoria speaking, who is this?" I questioned because genuinely I am tried as hell right now and I am not spending another second for some bullshit caller.
"Victoria—" is all I heard before this female started sobbing.
Okay this is getting awkward, I'm not good with people who cry, especially someone I don't know who it is. I thought before sighing inwardly.
"I can't believe Noah died! My son, he died!" She wailed choking on her words.
Oh, it's Charlotte Wilson; Noah's mother.
Ouch, this must be so hard on her.
"I heard, I'm sorry for your loss." I said calmly not that I am lying, I really am sorry for her and her family's loss.
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