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Victor Blake. Such a fitting name for a man like him.
I remember how we first met. We shared a math class every Tuesday and the same lunch. I remember walking up to Vincent to talk to him, more like annoy him but whatever, but I saw him. He was friendly to me and let me sit with him and Vin. I stayed with them. Victor made sure to make sure we didn't kill each other.
I admit I did slowly fall for him near the end of college. I still was in love when I was the CEO of Krueger Health Solutions Corporation. I visited him a few times to have a drink and relaxed when we could. He might've changed physically, yet he's still the same old guy from college. I learned that he and Vincent went to the Myers Corporation. I missed when we chatted with no worries. Yet nowadays, I hardly see him. Perhaps it was because we've been overworking.
I wanted to visit him. So, what did I do right after all the patients were gone for the day? I sneaked into the dream realm. I wasn't supposed to do this after hours.
In the dream realm, it was empty and too quiet for Albert's liking. But he tried to ignore it and said, "Victor Blake, G4." A golden cube appeared. Albert jumped into it, only to feel warm air hit him. He looked at himself, realizing he looked more like Vincent than himself. He then looked around. Albert was in a flower field. Particularly a wine-red poppy field. Albert walked until he saw who he was looking for, Victor. The hot pink-colored hair man lay on the glass, closed eyes but not sleeping or dead. Albert laid with him, just in the opposite direction.
"Hello."
"Hey"
"How've you been?"
"Tired. I might've drank too much this time.."
"Why'd you drink that much?" He knew that he had a very high tolerance for alcohol. It must've been at least 11 bottles that made him pass out.
"Celebration, plus, tomorrow's Saturday, so it'll be fine. But what about you? How have you been?"
"Same old same old. Pretty tired."
"And I tell you to sleep, yet, you don't."
"Pretty hypocritical of you to say that. You hardly slept in college and nowadays."
"Point"
And so it continued. We talked and joked as if everything was normal. It has been about 30 minutes. Eventually, it was quiet. So, I decided to try and confess, even if I'm Vincent to him. Dream logic totally makes sense.
"I know we've always been friends, but I think I should tell you that for years now, I've been thinking about being more than just friendship."
"So, a romantic relationship?"
"Yep."
Victor paused before answering me.
He looked at me. I could see him blushing and smiling.
"I would love that."
I smiled and looked back at him, but it hit me again. He doesn't know that I'm Albert. Not Vincent. He doesn't know that my confession is actual. Just not the world, it's not a fake dream, but I won't tell him. He'll forget it in a few minutes. But something in me aches. I don't know if I should tell Victor that.
But something's very clear to me now. Victor loves Vincent. Vincent probably loves him back. I wish Victor loved me back. Imagine if he loved me, it'd be great. I could only dream of it.
Oh G2. I'll be thinking of this for weeks.
Victor's cyborg hand waving at my face brought me back to the dream, "You okay?"
"Oh- Yeah, just spaced out."
"M'kay!"
And so Victor continued to talk to me, random stuff. I just looked and listened. He mainly had his eyes closed.
After a while, we laid in silence. Victor had his eyes closed while I didn't.
This dream is ending soon.
I wish it didn't. Please let it continue. Please.
....But it didn't. It forced me to teleport back to the dream realm. It was cold. Dark. Dead silent.
All that was in my mind was to go back to my workplace. I did my job, patient after patient, talk after talk. Everything was the usual. Tiring. I felt empty. I still sense it aches after looking at my college photos. I saw younger Vincent, me and Victor. I wish it wasn't a dream.
But something surprised me.
I got a call. I answered the phone with the usual phrase, "Helloo, Dr. Albert Krueger of Krueger Health Solutions Corporation!"
"Hey Albert" The voice was Victor's.
"Hello to you too, Victor."
"What's up?"
"Work, what about you?"
"Hungover. I had an interesting passed-out dream."
"Oh really?" I tried to sound curious
"Yeah, someone confessed to me. I don't remember who it was. But I'm pretty sure it was Vincent."
I knew it was me. Not that dull guy. But Victor continued, saying how it was very nice. I listened, even if I knew what it was.
"Say, can't you go into dreams?"
"I can. Why?"
"You could've seen who it was, right?"
"Mhm."
"So do you?"
"Yes, but I will not answer."
"Why not?"
He paused. Was he trying to remember or think of a lie? I can't tell. Albert isn't here face to face with me. I merely want to know, what if it was Vincent? Feel like it was. I do have a tiny crush on him since 3rd year of college.
"I have no reason to tell you. Plus, dream therapist. Not dream teller." He chuckled
"Touché."
"Mhm, so it that all?"
"Yep. I'll call you again after the hangover."
"M'kay, cya Strawberry."
"I am not a stra-"
Before he could end that sentence, I hanged up on him.
If only he knew. It aches to know he wants a romantic relationship with that boring ass. I sighed before going back to work. It still bothered me so much that I had to revisit Victor this night again.
And so I did.
This dream was different. It was in the same place, just much colder. Victor was sitting, looking across the field. When he noticed the other, who he saw as Vincent, he said, "Hey Vinc!"
"Hi Victor," He said, sitting down next to him. He seemed upset, yet his tone was the usual everyday tone.
"You good?"
"Yeah, what's going on with you?" Albert asked. He just wanted to listen to Victor's voice.
And so Victor told him what happened that day, hungover and finding his Google Searches being weird. Like 'am Igay', 'ghgfivfrn', 'how.to. ook.bacon.in.microwova' and much more. We laid down after a while of talking, again in different directions. Albert looked at Victor, who had his eyes shut. Albert felt something in him. His heart felt like it was going down. He wished that Victor could see that he loved him. Not Vincent. He just wanted Victor to love him back. But he noticed something about Victor. Victor looked a bit distressed in some way.
Yet, they lay there.
One had eyes closed. The other didn't.
Some would say it's a form of showing the reality.
One knowing, the other doesn't.
Eventually, it happened again.
Albert was teleported back yet again. He went back to his realm and called Vincent.
"Hello, Vincent Edgeworth."
"Hello to you too, Krueger. What do you want? To brag?"
"No, not at all. I want to know your relationship with Mr. Blake."
"We're best friends, I guess. But nothing more or less."
"Ah." Well, Victor's not going to be happy to find that out.
"What?"
"Nothing, good day." I quickly hanged up on him.
I might tell Victor.
I'll tell him on Monday night. Not that Vincent doesn't love him back, no. I love him. Victor might love me back. Or maybe not.
Albert waited for Monday midnight to call. He called three times until Victor finally picked up.
"Strawberry?" Albert spoke
"Yeah?" he sounded pretty unhappy about being called that but too tired to say anything.
"I love you."