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Believe/Coming Home (Kellic)

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12. believe; 49. coming home

Mike is going to pick Vic up. That is, if he’s still alive.

Vic has been at war for two years now. Mike and I have kept in touch with him, but we haven’t received a reply from him in months. He always replies to both of us in one letter, so Mike thinks it got lost in the mail. That’s the hope I’m holding on to, but the reality might be that he hasn’t been alive to write back to us. Today we’re going to find out.

The soldiers are coming home today, and I’m staying at the house with our friends Tony and Jaime. Neither of them are as nervous as I am. My heart has been pounding for the past hour, and it doesn’t show any sign of slowing down.

“Kellin, it’ll be okay,” Jaime says. We’re sitting in the living room with the TV on, me in the lounge chair and them on the couch. “He’s still alive.”

“You don’t know that,” I point out. He frowns, because it’s true. None of us know for sure.

Vic has always said that I worry too much, and I guess he’s right. My head keeps coming up with all the worst case scenarios, picturing bullets that tear through his body and blood that spills from his mouth.

Suddenly, I remember something he said before he left: I hope to God this doesn’t happen to me, Kells, but war fucks people up sometimes. So if I come back—when I come back—I might not be the person I was before this.

That’s terrifying, too, to think of Vic with a lifeless voice and melancholy eyes that have seen too much. God, I just want everything to be okay.

“Kellin,” Tony says. “Stop that. Just believe he’s still here, okay?”

I nod, taking a deep breath. Believe, Kellin. Just believe he’s still alive.

I try to picture the good things, like Vic’s smile and his laugh and the way he looks at me like I’m gold. I try to think that it’s not all over. I try to think that when Mike comes back, he’ll be grinning, with his brother right beside him.

It takes forever, but finally, I hear the car pulling up into the driveway. We exchange glances, and I jump up, peering out the window as Mike climbs out of the car. No one else climbs out with him.

No.

The front door opens, and Mike enters the house. I’m standing in the middle of the room, waiting for an answer.

Mike looks us over, his facial expression serious, before breaking into a slow smile. “Tony, Jaime,” he says, “I, um…I think Kellin’s about to have a moment here.”

And then Vic walks through the door.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Vic stares at me like he’s been waiting a long time for this—and he has. Everything else seems to disappear as he steps forward and kisses me.

It’s soft and sweet, and God knows how much I’ve missed it. After a few seconds, he pulls away, both of us crying. “Kells,” he breathes, using his pet name for me.

“Vic,” I reply, feeling so happy that I think I’m going to break.

Vic reaches up and wipes away some of my tears, completely ignoring his own. He smiles. “I’m home, baby.”