My Darling, You're Mine.

Chapter 28

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, a smile on my face as I glanced myself over. I wore skinny jeans, and a loose black hoodie, as well as my hair up in a bun. I quickly sprayed on some perfume and spun in my wheelchair, leaving my room and out the door to where Vic's car was waiting.

A smile appeared on his face once I left my house, and he immediately got out of the car. "Let me help," he said with a smile, pushing me to the car door where I could get out and sit down in the car seat. He folded up the wheel chair, setting it in his trunk, coming back to the drivers seat of the car. "Quite a hassle huh?" He joked, chuckling.

Giggling I nodded, "I should be getting a robotic one in a few months or so,".

"That's badass," Vic responded, making us both laugh. The drive to the coffee shop was silent, get a peaceful silent, as if we didn't need anything to fill in that silence. It wasn't awkward, and the silence wasn't annoying, it was just that, and I was happy with it. "Stay here," he quickly shuffled out of the car, going around to his trunk and getting my wheelchair.

He unfolded it, bringing it to me so I could sit in it. After I adjusted myself her closed my car door with a smile. "Thank you so much," I said with a genuine smile, never have meeting anybody that would be as willing as him to push me around, and carry around the chair when I wasn't in it.

We got inside the coffee shop, waiting in line, the slight awkwardness and nervousness settling in. "How'd you sleep?" I giggled at his question, adjusting myself.

"Pretty well, you?" He shrugged, stepping behind me to wheel me forward in the line.

"Good morning sir, how may I help you?" I watched Vic as he ordered. His hair looked extra wavy today, and e wore a different hat on top. I watched as his lips pulled into a smile, tuning to me.

"I would like a white chocolate mocha please," I said, a smile on my face as I turned to look at Vic again. We got our drinks, and brought them back to the table. We sat in a corner of the small coffee shop, both of us sitting in swirly metal chairs with red cushions as the seats. The table was red as well, along with silver lining. I placed my cup on top of it, a smile never leaving my face. "Thank you for paying,"

"Of course!" Vic exclaimed, a grin on his seemingly always happy face as he looked at me. Hiding my embarrassment, I leaned down, taking a sip from the delicious drink. I had always found this drunk delicious, and could never get enough of it. "So, tell me about yourself," I chuckled, taking a quick dip of my drink.

"Well, my full name is (f/n) (l/n), I love music, like I can't live without it. I was in an accident almost a year ago, I was hit my a drunk driver. My car flipped, and I hit my head, and injured my leg beyond repair, clearly why it's like this." I explained, Vic's face going white.

"You- you were hit by a drunk driver?" I nodded, confused as to why he was so shocked. It's quite common nowadays, with drunk people roaming street after street at night. "I- that may have been-" he paused to make sure he didn't sound stupid surely, "me." I frowned, raising an eyebrow at his insane thought.

"Yes! Oh god I feel terrible. I was drunk, and driving, and I ran into another car which flipped, and all I heard was that they got injured badly. Fuck," he muttered incoherent sentences, tugging at his hair a bit. I grabbed his wrist, making him stop his little freak out as he looked at me.

"Calm down, it's all okay Vic, I'm alright," I got a strange sense of Deja Vu, but decided to ignore it. I took my hand away from his wrist, returning to my drink as I took a few sips. "I did have very vivid dreams though," he raised an eyebrow, asking for more information as he drank his coffee some more. "Well, I had crazy dreams that I was in this- love triangle, with two other guys and well-" I chuckled. "A guy named Vic. But I chose Vic, and we were happy, and together, I was in a band, and then one of the other guys died. One day the last man came and raped me and sent a knife through my stomach, and I woke up in the hospital and Vic was there. But all of a sudden I stopped being able to feel him, or hug him or smell his cologne, and I woke up."

I finished my incredibly long explanation with a sigh, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. "Seriously?" Vic asked, almost in astonishment. I nodded, and he gaped. "I had a dream exactly like that, but with two other girls, and I chose a girl named (f/n), we fell in love, one of the girls died, I was stabbed by one of the other freakazoids, and eventually I couldn't feel (f/n)'s touch anymore. It was terrible, but I woke up, and I felt like I really lost her," my eyes widened at his description of his dream.

"That's-" I paused and looked at him for a second. "I don't know what to say," I said further, taking a gulp of my drink and cramming my hands together in nervousness.

"Me either," a few minutes of silence passed as we could do nothing but stare at each other. "You really remind me of her, I mean you even have the same name," Vic told me, and I nodded, breathing out.

"So do you," I couldn't help but crack a smile at the idea of having Vic in my dream again. It wouldn't be the same, yet at the same time it would and the thought of that excites me. Just the possibility itself excites me to my core. We had the same dreams, each other's names, the same ending, it seems all too similar.

But what does it mean?

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