Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Jaime's POV: 

I watched his face go through the motions. The look of sadness, anger, confusion and finally confliction. I willed his face to show the expression I wanted to see most: forgiveness. My hands dropped from his shoulders to my sides as Vic let out a deep breath. 

"You mean it?" He asks quietly. 

"Vic, of course I do!" I said. 

"I mean really? You won't change your mind or do something like this again." He asked. 

"It was never my intention to hurt you." I answered. "And it never will be." 

He fell quiet  again. I looked around the bus. In a few days this would once again be my moving home again. I would be sleeping back in my bunk as opposed to my comfy bed in the Fuentes' spare room. We would all be crammed back into a small area, struggling to get any alone time. But I didn't care, as long as I had Vic,

"You know we're supposed to be together, and I know it too." I said. 

"I love you. I love you, and I've waited months to tell you." I continued. 

Vic sat down on the sofa. And in a weird way, I felt a strange sense of relief. I had gotten everything off my chest, despite what ever else happened. I glanced over at him, and thought about how normal it all seemed. Any minute now he would turn around and ask me what DVD I wanted to watch or if I would make him some food. 

"Jaime?" He asked. 

"Hmm?" I replied. 

"I love you too." He said. 

My mind shut down, my stomach had butterflies and my mouth lost the ability to move. This was all I had ever wanted. 

"Did you hear me, Jaime?" He asked. 

I sat down next to him on the sofa, smiling and nodding. 

"I don't want to be without you anymore. I don't want you to be mad anymore." I told him. 

"Well in you're in luck, because you aren't without me anymore. And everything else we can work on." He smiled at me. 

I laughed, not really sure why. Was it a laugh of relief, or thankfulness? And who was I aiming it at? Vic, myself or God knows who else? All I knew was things were okay again. He had forgiven me. I leaned over and kissed him, missing the of running my hand through his hair, resting at the top of his neck. 

"I've missed you." He said. 

"Oh God, don't even get me started Vic." I laughed. 

I missed him more than I knew possible. 

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