Two Months Later
Ever since I moved in with Justin, my life has done nothing but look up. I was doing a lot better now that I didn't have the guilt of murdering Mike constantly lingering in my mind. I mean, it didn't fully go away. Guilt never does. It merely fades into the background of what you're used to until you barely notice that it's there. The only time it made itself apparent was when I was with Vic, which is actually quite a lot.
After I moved out, I kept my promise to keep in touch with Vic. I've saved up enough of my money to buy myself a cellphone, but before that I would just stop by his place whenever I had the extra time to. Needless to say, I have feelings for Vic. I know. Me, Kellin Quinn, the boy who murdered his parents, capable of having feelings for someone? Someone alert the authorities.
Anyway, I realized just how much I liked him after I didn't see his face everyday. It was completely obvious that I missed him, even to Justin. And he isn't the brightest lamp on the shelf. As much as I hate to admit, I really care about Vic. That's why Justin, being the dear friend he is, decided to step in. He 'let it slip' that I had been in a slump ever since I moved out, and that he thought it was because I missed him. A few days later, Justin and I were just hanging out playing video games when someone knocked on the door. Justin was very weird about making sure that I answered it, so I did. I was surprised to see Vic standing on the other side of the door, roses in hand. It was really cliche, clearly, but it was sweet all the same.
He asked me to lunch, and that's how it started. Today marks a month of being with him, and it also marks the day that I'll tell him what I did.
I knew this was a big risk, probably the biggest risk I've taken in my entire existence. I cared about Vic more than I could begin to put into words, and he needed to know what I'd done. He needed to know the horrible person that I used to be. I knew that the possibility of him forgiving me barely existed. I knew that by telling him this, I was basically ending our relationship forever. It hurt a lot, because Vic had changed me. I used to be a monster that didn't care about anyone but myself, and he showed me that I was actually capable of love and someone loving me in return.
I hoped that he would just let my past stay in the past, but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing ever is. The past is merely a shadow of everything that you have done. Always looming around you when it's sunny. Keeping you from being happy. I had done such terrible things, and I was about to lose the love of my life because of those things.
I had been sitting in the cafe for fifteen minutes pondering this, and waiting for him to show up. I was smarter than to tell him here though. My plan was to go on with the day as I had planned it. Give him the best day of his life before I make it one of his worst.
The little bell on top of the door rang, indicating that someone had just walked in. I turned my head slightly to see Vic, walking toward me with a warm smile on his face. He sat down in the chair in front of me and blushed slightly.
"Sorry I'm late, I couldn't decide on what to wear," he admitted. I smiled and skimmed the outfit he had settled on. It was a maroon sweater and black skinny jeans, which was fitting considering the weather.
"You look perfect." I pointed out, grabbing his hand and holding in across the table. He glanced at our hands briefly and smiled. My chest tightened when I realized just how much I would be loosing by telling him. I watched the blush spread to his cheeks as his eyes met mine. I held his hand a little tighter.
I heard Aria's boots clicking against the floor before I saw her. She stopped at our table and smiled at us.
"You guys are so adorable!" She commented with her usual enthusiasm. I smiled and Vic thanked her shyly before staring at the menu in front of him.
