Impossible Year // Brendon Urie [ON HOLD]

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//Sophie//

"Hey sugar." I greeted my husband with a kiss on his cheek. He smiled at my gesture and took his coffee mug off of the counter and sipped it.

"Morning love." Brendon smiled, knowing I loved being called that. It's been just under 3 years since we've been married, 8 years since we dated, and 10 years of knowing each other and he still could make me smile with every little trick he used on me.

"Any plans for the day?" I questioned, pouring myself some juice and jumping up to sit on the marble counter in our white kitchen.

"No, but I do want to go out with you somewhere. It's a nice day." He winked. I groaned and sipped from my glass.

"Why can't we just stay in and watch movies?" I stuck out my bottom lip and exaggerated a frown. He stepped closer to me so that he was in between my legs that were dangling off of the kitchen island.

"One movie. We're leaving by 1 though. No buts or ifs." He said sternly as if I were a child. I rolled my eyes but nodded reluctantly.

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"Ready to go, dear?" Brendon said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. He already his leather jacket on his shoulders and his sunglasses resting on his nose. I pulled on a pair of black vans and laced them tight.

"Unwilling, but ready nonetheless." I replied handing the man his keys and tugging on my own jacket.

He flashed a smile and opened the door, letting me out before turning and locking it again. We headed to his car and I climbed into the passenger's seat. When Brendon got into his seat as the driver, he started it immediately and pulled out of our property.

"Where are we going anyway?" I question him, looking out of the window.

"I Honestly have no clue I just wanted to get out." He giggled. I groan and throw my head back.

"You're the worst." I pout and poke his cheek playfully.

"We should go get ice cream." He suggests, knowing that the cold desert food was my weakness. I nod eagerly.

He continues to drive and we comfortably stay silent and listen to the quiet radio playing some Nirvana song. We drive farther and farther from our home and eventually approaching the city. It was peaceful. Traveling from home to another familiar place with my wonderful husband. Light music that we both enjoyed being a nice soundtrack for the moment.

"BRENDON!" I shrieked as a grey jeep got off of their lane and into our own. He was too late to react and we drove headfirst into the front of the other car. We both jerked forward and the glass on 3 of our windows and the windshield shattered on impact. Multiple larger shards of glass went flying towards me and hit me right in the stomach. I could feel one cut through my shirt and puncture my skin. I looked up to see Brendon passed out with a couple scratches on his face and some blood coming from his left arm.

The cut in my stomach was bleeding heavily and I began to get dizzy. I was starting to loose my grip on reality and soon, I too fell unconscious.