Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

23: Kellin

another update, because I can! and because I told myself I'd have this story done by halloween but idk if I'll make it... anyway, enjoy! 

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**Kellin's POV**

The only reason why I cried so pathetically into Vic's shoulder, while technically he should've been the upset one, was because I was convinced that it was all but too late for him.

Death basically already had its claws in his back; it was only a matter of time when he'd strike. And Vic being here made it so much worse.

Vic didn't deserve to die. He deserved to live, have a future, be with his friends and family. He deserved to have a boyfriend who was alive. Someone he could one day get married to and all that fun stuff.

I really, really liked him though. Enough to go beyond selfishness and know that this wasn't right. I couldn't let Vic die too.

While, when I died, I hardly had anything to lose, he, on the other hand, had so much. It just wouldn't be fair. I couldn't let death take him.

"Are you okay?" Vic asked, after I had noticeably calmed down.

I nodded silently, quickly wiping my face. I felt ridiculous for crying, but I just knew that all of this was my fault.

If Vic did die, it was on my hands. And all because I was a freak who took writing about the occult and the supernatural way too seriously.

"Promise me that you won't come back here after this." I said in a firm tone.

Vic sighed, furrowing his brows as he looked at me. "I don't know if I can make a promise like that." He murmured softly. "I mean, what am I supposed to do without midnight talks with my favorite ghost?" He then added with a small chuckle, nudging me in the shoulder.

He managed to make me chuckle a little as well. "I'm serious though." I said, shaking my head at his casualness.

"Yeah, well, so am I." Vic simply shrugged. "I know that I shouldn't, but I've really come to care about you, Kellin. And I get that you're dead and all that, but I do have feelings for you. It would be weird not seeing you anymore. I don't know what to do about it." He shrugged again.

I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed it lightly, making him look at me. "You'll get over it." I told him, trying to give him my best reassuring smile.

He simply responded by kissing me. I didn't mind, but the kiss was bittersweet. And probably one of our last ones.

Of course I wanted Vic to come back, but not at the risk of him dying. In anybody else's case I would not have cared if they lived or died, but Vic was different. He was a different case all together, really.

"What if I don't want to get over it?" Vic then pointed out after he ended the kiss, pursing his lips and frowning thoughtfully as he kept his face only an inch away from mine.

I chuckled lightly. "Still so stubborn." I told him.

"Stubborn enough to not die." He joked before pressing his lips back onto mine.

If only that was enough though.

Vic's arms snaked around my waist, pulling me against him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my fingers tangle in his hair.

Kissing Vic was just amazing. It somehow made me feel alive again. His warmth and his passion were like no other. And I knew this wasn't just a crush.

Which was exactly why this was going to hurt bad.

Really bad.

After a while, Vic's phone started ringing, which was what made us both pull away. He grabbed his phone and turned off the sound with a deep sigh. "My time is almost up." He muttered softly. "I guess this is it then."

"We can still talk with the iPad and stuff." I suggested, trying to sound positive.

Vic shrugged. "Yeah, but it's not the same."

"Of course it is. Just treat it as along distance relationship."

The reaction that my words got out of him was exactly what I was looking for. A hopeful smile appeared on his face, which slowly turned into a grin. "So we're in a relationship now?" He asked.

I giggled. "No. But we totally would've been if I didn't get my ass killed."

"Then we will be if I get my ass killed in here."

However great that sounded, I just couldn't let it happen. Besides, who said he'd end up here? I very much doubted that death had any kind of sympathy, so who was to say that he'd let Vic die here and be with me?

Vic wasn't going to die though. Not on my watch.

"Don't say that." I cooed calmly. "You're going to live. If you're smart you're going to move the fuck out of here and destroy that machine... and then you'll meet someone new who's going to make you forget all about dead little Kellin Quinn, because that's what happens to everyone."

Vic frowned slightly, placing his index finger and his thumb underneath my chin. "I'll never forget you, Kell." He then whispered before leaning in for one last kiss.