*Vic's P.O.V.*
I looked down at her unmoving body, rethinking my desicion. To anyone, she would seem as if she was sleeping, minus the wires and machines. I ran my hand down her arm, scenarios playing through my head.
If this never happened, we would be happily planning our wedding. Perhaps she would have moved in with me by now. Maybe we would be getting a pet. Like a dog; a cute little, furry puppy that gives tons of kisses and needs lots of love. It'd be our baby. We could have been talking about our future together, children and all. Maybe we would have been trying for kids by now. I know she always wanted kids.
But, instead of doing all the things couples do, we're both trapped in the hospital. Riley, trapped under machines and support, and I, trapped under hope and stress. It should have never been this way.
I remember the first time we talked about our future together, and it caused me to relax a bit.
~*~
It was a brisk November afternoon, and we were taking a stroll through Central Park, in New York. The fuzziness of her glove warmed my icy hands.
Her face carried a peaceful, awestruck look as she examined our surroundings. Birds chirped in the almost bare trees and the sun was perched high above our heads, offering a soft glow on the water.
We passed many people on our little adventure and I was happy to be here with Riley. She had always wanted to visit New York, and I was on a break from touring for a bit, so I took her here for her birthday.
Although I didn't enjoy the chilly air as much as she did, I had to admit that the park was definitely a beautiful place.
"Have you ever wondered what your future holds?" She asked me quietly.
I pondered the question for a bit, staring at a lone pigeon pecking at the ground. "Yes," I replied, breaking my gaze from the frustrated pigeon to look at her. The furious beating of its wings caused me to look back at its spot. The pigeon flew a couple feet in front of us, but still couldn't find food, no matter how furiously it pecked at the ground. I wasn't sure why, but something about that pigeon made me sad. Sad at how it always seems that we escape from our problems, only to have them resurface in a different place.
Riley noticed me examining the pigeon and shot me a look of curiousity. I spoke up before she could, knowing she was bound to ask me about it. I felt foolish for comparing life problems to a pigeons problems.
I focused on her previous question, "Why?"
"Just curious," she shrugged her shoulders, "I've been thinking a lot about our future, that's all."
The way she worded the sentence, 'our future', made me convinced that she saw us as a serious couple.
I smiled at the thought. "Well," I huffed, "Do you want kids?"
"Yes, definitely, but not until I'm married," she responded, biting her lip nervously.
"I can make that happen," I playfully winked at her and she laughed.
"I think I know that, you perv," she hit my shoulder playfully as we sat down on a bench overlooking a tiny pond.
I grew serious as I remembered the pregnancy scare that happened a month ago. We both feared she was pregnant since her period came late. I have finally been following my normal sleeping patterns since I found out she wasn't actually pregnant.
It's not that I wouldn't support her, I was just not ready to fully settle down and take the responsibilities of being a dad. With Pierce The Veil finally starting to make it big, I knew it would have been tough to raise a child, especially on her.
"If I could capture this moment I would," she breathed, gazing at the relaxing sight before her.
"Me too," I laced my fingers with her gloved ones and smiled, "This is how I imagine my future. Peaceful, relaxing, and with the love of my life."
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink and she mumbled, "That's what I have in mind. Plus a couple of kids, of course."
I thought over it and decided that's exactly what I wanted. A nice family.
~*~
I choked back a sob as I realized that may never happen. I had my future perfectly planned out, but I guess things can never happen according to plan. But it doesn't hurt to try to make them.
I buzzed a nurse, and one came rushing in.
"Ma'am, I have made my decision," I took a deep breath as she waited.
"I want to keep fighting."
