Scars (Sequel to Cuts) - Kellic // boyxboy

Epilogue

It's a little long. Go pee, grab a snack, get comfy and enjoy!

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Vic

I'm completely elated as I whistle my way up to the house. I quickly push the doorbell then I push open the unlocked door.

"Oh there you are." Kellin sighs as he hurries to greet me.

He seems stressed which is honestly an uncommon occurrence these days.

"Is everything okay?" I ask worried.

"Yeah, I just didn't know where you were. I was worried—"

"Kell, I left you a note." I interrupt, turning around.

I find my note still taped to the door.

'Gone to the gym, love you xx'

I tear it off and hand it to my mortified husband.

"I somehow didn't see that." He murmurs with a small giggle.

"Why were you worried?" I frown, concerned that this has something to do with my suicide attempt 6 months ago. I thought he was past worrying about leaving me alone.

But he gives me big goofy eyes and bites back a matching grin.

"Come with me," he beams, taking my hand.

"Kell, you know I can't do that and frankly you're being insensitive." I joke with as much seriousness as I can muster up.

My husband looks the least bit impressed by my amazing sense of humour.

"Okay, one more cum joke out of you and we're getting a divorce." Kellin threatens, and I think he might actually be serious.

I laugh it off and let him lead me into the living room where there's a book sitting on the coffee table with an unmissable bright red ribbon tied around it.

Kellin sits me down on the sofa, picks up the book then passes it to me as he situates himself beside me.

It takes me a minute to even process the gold lettering across the crisp white cover.

'Our Perfect Wedding'.

"Is this the—oh my god, this is our—we finally got our wedding photos." I stammer out beyond excited.

"It only took nearly a year." Kellin chuckles sarcastically.

Kellin and I had come to the realisation a few months ago that our wedding photographer never actually sent us our photos and it turned out he lost our film while he was moving house. After a period of minor devastation, I more or less accepted the fact that our photos were gone and we'd never see them. But low and behold, here they are.

I excitedly pull the ribbon from over the album and turn to the first page. I immediately find myself blushing embarrassed at the photos of me standing at the end of the aisle, looking absolutely terrified.

"Wow, you look thrilled to be getting married to the love of your life." Kellin chuckles sarcastically. 

"I was so nervous." I admit.

"You were having second thoughts?" Kellin frowns, putting words in my mouth.

"No, no, not at all. I was worried that you weren't going to show up, that you were going to realize that you deserved better and bail." I explain.

Kellin takes my hand and kisses my cheek gently.

"You know that was never going to happen, right?" he asks concerned.