Collide With the Flair of Selfish Machines

XX

VIC'S POV

The next few days, (Y/N) moved on from her anger towards me. Sometimes I don't even know what gets into her. 

"I'd rather be dead." I heard (Y/N) mumble. Oh boy, another episode?

"Something wrong?" Jaime looked over and asked her.

"I'm just dying for air that is not bus air." She complained. I rolled my eyes.

"Honey, we're all dying." Mike took a drag from his cigarette.

"I'm dying from secondhand." Tony commented.

"Oh please, Tony, you smoke, too!" Mike yelled.

"Weed. And not often." He gave Mike an aggrivated look.

"I wanna' die in California, by the sea." (Y/N) thought. "Not in some ice-covered hell like this." We were in the northern part of our tour.

"You're telling me." I sighed and sat next to her.

"I need to go outside." She got up and left.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I followed her out.

"I miss everything right now." She wiped away a frozen tear. She pretended to be warm as her body shuttered.

"You're nearly frozen." I embraced her. Her shuttering ceased. Smoke came out of our noses as we breathed. It was too early for this. "I like it better when you can't keep warm."

"Of course you do." She gave attitude, jokingly.

"Yeah, because I can hold you." I kissed her hair. "Don't ruin a perfect thing."

"Who fucking cares?" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm doing what I can." I whispered and held her closer. The smell of her hair nearly made me high. 

"You're pretending everything's fine." (Y/N) mumbled.

"I guess I never should've loved you, but I do because you love me." I smiled at her.

"I want to die." She whispered.

"If you're going to leave this world, how could you do it without me?" I held her chin gently.

"Easy." Her eyes teared up.

"Without you there's no me." I went nose to nose with her.

"I love you." She said as quietly as she could.

"I love you, too." I pecked her lip slowly. "Don't let me lose a perfect thing."