"Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death"

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*Riley's P.O.V.*

"Vic..." I managed to mumble out. I've been saying his name for days, but I just couldn't break through the barrier holding me back. I wasn't strong enough.

I still am not as strong as I should be, but I managed to finally make a word. I felt a hand touch my face and I smiled, fluttering my eyelids. The bright light hurt, and I felt confused. Wasn't I supposed to be heading away from bright light?

I quickly shut my eyes again and I heard many voices talking at once. Their incoherent words smashed into my brain, making me cry out in pain. Why can't they all just stop? But then I heard his voice. And felt his touch. And I felt myself relax.

"Riley," he touched my hand this time. Yes, he was definitely the one who touched my cheek. I managed to open my eyes fully, allowing the bright light to penetrate my vision. I looked up a tan hand to a tan arm, bicep, shoulder, neck, and finally, a face. And a wonderful face too.

"Vic..." I mumbled out again, unsure of why I kept saying that name. Wait a minute, he was Vic. His touch was intoxicating, and his eyes were pools of dark brown. I felt myself get lost in them, and I imagined myself drowning in a pool of darkness. How could someone have this effect on me? And why did he look so familiar?

"I'm here, baby, I'm not leaving you. I promise," he ran his fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes. He called me baby, and he isn't leaving. I didn't want him to leave me.

I felt some people beginning to apply pressure into my arm and hook up a bunch of annoying machines. I opened my eyes again and they found their way to the man.

He had shoulder-length hair that looked soft. I wondered what it would be like to touch it. And his nose ring glinted in the bright light. I wanted to feel that nose ring against my skin. Wait, what was I thinking? I'm not normally like this. But those lips. They looked so pink and inviting. I just wanted those lips all over me.

He noticed me studying him and I realized that he, too, was studying me. But there was some kind of passion in his eyes. It made me want him even more.

His fingers returned to mine, and I was suddenly aware of a cool piece of metal attached to me. A ring. I looked down at it and looked back up to him, trying to piece things together.

Was I...married to him? If I was, how the hell do I not remember my own husband?

I tried to think back to the past five years, everything was a blur. I couldn't remember a thing, and it killed me inside.

I found it harder to breath and I felt as if I was just slammed against a wall. My throat was tightening up and black spots were appearing in my vision.

I heard some more loud voices, and then I heard the man's voice, but I couldn't make out what was happening. It was becoming harder and harder for me to keep my eyes open.

I felt the past years flash in front of me, and I suddenly remembered everything. I was losing strength fast. But I had to let it out. I had to hold on just for one moment. Just one sentence.

"I...love...you...Vic..." I gasped, feeling my throat close and then. Nothing.

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