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(Y/N)'S POV

"Babe, check this out!" I heard Vic shout for me.

"Yeah?!" I was worried something happened to his damaged arm.

"Look what I put on Instagram." He showed me an old photo someone sent in.

"Geez, we're old." I shook my head. 

"We are old! We're thirty now!" He shouted up at me.

"Hush." I sat next to him and squinted my eyes.

"I miss high school." He sighed sadly.

"Me, too." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Remember when Mike called you when he couldn't get laid." Vic started cracking up, reminiscing.

"I remember when you tried to kiss me through my bedroom window when you snuck out to see me more than that." I winked. Vic rolled his eyes.

"I don't know how I lived without you when we were split up." He smiled sweetly.

"I don't know either." I squeezed his arm as I latched onto him tight. "But I have a ton of old voicemails from you." 

"Oh yeah...I settled for the answering machine because I missed hearingyour voice. I loved how you said you'd get back to me someday." He giggled, blushing from embarrassment.

"Vic." I looked at him dreamily.

"Yeah." He mumbled, meeting my eyes.

"I love you, so much." I shook my head. "This peacefulness feels off."


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