Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 37

Dear Vic,

The phrase 'falling into the abyss' is a very common phrase used to describe love. Because not only are you feeling tenderness, joy, happiness and complete adoration towards this one person, there is also pain, tears and hardships.

And now, I am experiencing the dark side of love.

It has been 110 days since I have last seen you. That's 3 and half months and I can honestly say I'm missing you so bad. I hate how the only way for me to contact you is by letter. I want to see your face and hug you, or even just talk to you on the phone for ten minutes. But I can't, and I can't take much more, to be honest.

Life here is not to bad, actually. Work is pretty alright. I don't love it, but it could be worse. No one really talks to me, but when they do, they're lovely. I guess they're just caught up in work, and forget that I'm there. My boss is a very nice lady, thank goodness. I am kind of her assistant, and I bring her coffee and food whenever she needs it, so that must be the reason she likes me. I am her food provider. Giver of the things needed to survive. Without me, she'd probably be starving to death and half asleep on her keyboard because of lack of coffee. I'm pretty much the reason she's alive at the moment. Not to toot my own horn or anything.

Victoria is still the cutest little thing ever. I still can't believe you got her for me. I'm not as lonely when she's around. I have taught her some tricks at the park down the road from our new apartment, as well.

Mike is doing well. I haven't seen him in a few days, he is busy working as well so it's hard to find the time to see him. I feel bad for the poor guy, he is rather lonely as well. I'll tell him you say hi!

Not much else has happened. Nothing interesting.

How is treatment treating you? I hope they're treating you well. I hope you're getting better, too. Maybe if you're better soon they'll let you come home early? I really want you to. I miss you so much.

I love you very much, I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Kayleigh x

I re-read over the letter I had written the previous night, making sure it sounded as cool as I remembered, as I stood in front of the letter box at the post office. I placed the letter in an envelope, making sure it was sealed properly and put a 55 cent stamp on it to be put it in the post box to delivered to Vic hopefully by tomorrow. The only way we are allowed to talk is to write to each other. It's harder than you think, to be honest. I just want to hear his voices, telling me everything is alright and reassuring me that he is fine. There is something about writing that doesn't seem real. It feels like we're not being honest with each other.

I placed the letter in the post box, and walked out of the small building into the late August sunshine. I had Victoria on her leash outside, tied to a pole because I had just taken her to the park. She laid on the floor, obviously tired from our long day but when I called her name she jumped up in an instant, ready to be taken home.

"You wanna' go home, yeah?" I said to her, untying her. She jumped up again, and I took that as a yes. "Me too, Victoria. Me too."
These days I could barely make it through the day without needed to have a nap. I can't sleep very well during the night as my dreams are haunted with Vic's face. And not having a distraction to keep my mind busy has bought me into a deep sadness that I can't shake. I'm constantly reminded of my childhood, Coby, my mum and how Vic is no longer here at the moment. Its difficult. But I do have Mike from time to time. He likes to visit, and I visit him often too. I guess he gets lonely as well.