Faults & Faith (Sequel - Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

Epilogue

 Epilogue

*Seven months later*

Dear Vic,

It's been awhile hasn't? I've been doing well, or at least that's what my counselor has told me here in rehab. Yes, it has come down to this. It's been a rocky battle but I've found new reasons to become clean and have a stable health - mentally and physically.

You're probably thinking how in the world is she able to afford rehab in Malibu. I have superior rich aunt and uncle who happen to live in Nebraska. They've been beyond nice and generous, something I'll forever be thankful for. I'll be moving there after all this. I finally got the guts to sell my old childhood home, it was about time, don't you think? Everything was left behind and the big oak tree had been bulldosed down from its old age.

Which leaves me to tell you that I've listened to your new album, Collide with the Sky. I'll be honest with you, Hold On Till May brought tears to my eyes.

'She sits up high surrounded by the sun

One million branches and she loves every one'

I'm not quite sure on the 'she loves every one' but I know for one thing is that tree was pretty damn close to one million branches.

You've used quite a bit of references to our relationship in the album, normally I'd be mad but I'm surprisingly okay with it. 

Every song ties to me somehow, that might sound a little over confident but let's not try to fight the facts.

Bulls in the Bronx relates back to the last time we've ever talked. Our argument in my old apartment on South Street in Palm Springs.

I'm impressed by I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket, refers back to my old stripper days.

'you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables'

and best of all,

'Well, fuck, what am I supposed to be, impressed?

You're just another set of bones to lay to rest'

There's another song I'd like to talk about, A Match Into Water. Now that one really got my water working in my eyes. It's beautiful and I'd like to say thank you. Whenever I have a session with my counselor, she plays the album softly in the background.

'I kissed the scars on her skin

I still think you're beautiful

And I don't ever wanna lose my best friend.'

You'd think it makes me sad and it used to. But I see it as a symbol to let go of the past, and that's something you did.

The album artwork? You're not fooling anyone here. How did you save a piece of my artwork like that? I'd thrown out all the drawings of her after my last suicide attempt. She doesn't show up as much nor has she been talking to me. Also the house on the cover? Looks oddly familiar to my childhood house.

But I won't bore you anymore with the facts you already know. Before I came here to this rehabilitation center, I attended one of your concerts.

Remember the note that is based off Bulls in the Bronx?

 The 'You'll do so much greater things. Your band will tour the world, I know it. ' part?

I wasn't kidding when I said that. I KNEW you'd be what you guys wanted to be. It was amazing to see you guys live for a full set. The way the kids sung along was beautiful, but you and I are the only ones who know the real and full story, don't we?

When the lights lowered in the arena and the strumming for Hold on Till May started, there was a gut feeling that I should run. But I didn't. Oh how I'm so grateful that I didn't.

Because the way you sung 'Darling you'll be okay' with your heart and soul gave me hope. 

I've heard you found a new girl, I'm more than just happy to hear that. You need a girl who can make you happy and not hold you back.

I'm currently sitting outside and the sun is setting, leaving me little light to write any longer. So I'll wrap up this letter now. I wish the best for you with all my heart, Vic.

Your dearest,

Iris Knight.

P.S - Like I said before a long time ago, these are the faults. Too bad there wasn't much faith.

   I lazily get up from the lounge chair, how many times will I write this letter? I waddle to the balcony and watch the Sun sink under the horizon. The sky bleed oranges and reds with the palm trees swing back and forth with the gentle breeze.

   Looking down at the letter, I start to rip it up. Piece by piece the letter was soon to be gone in the wind. There was no need to contact Vic but there was a sense of comfort of having a letter written. 

What's left of the letter flew away in the wind as I rubbed my swollen belly. "Just you and me, bud."

________

A.N

So.....you guys should have expected some type of twist, I mean, have you read the ending of Wasteland For The Teenaged?

If you'd like, read my newest fanfiction, The Remembering. It's an Alex Gaskarth fanfiction. Don't forget to vote and comment! And follow me :)

No one sadly got all the bulls in the bronx references of last chapter but, Karla_TheReckless was pretty damn close by only missing one. So this epilogue is dedicated to her.

Love you all,

- Kc Jun.14.2014