My feet find their way by themselves even though it's been years since I last lay eyes on him. My lover. The night is silent. Lights shine from a few windows and a lone street lamp shines my way. I wonder if he's married now. After the band split I didn't hear from him for 7 years. I was still deeply in love with him. If only I hadn't fucked things up. We could have been married by now. Maybe adopted kids, I have no idea. I bet you're wondering how I know where he lives. Well I got back into contact with Tony who still talked to the man of my dreams every so often and I coaxed Tony into telling me where my former boyfriend now lives. He still lives in San Diego, unlike me. I moved to LA. Finally I reach the house I'm looking for. I take slow shaky steps up the stairs to the small front porch. I can hear faint acoustic guitar coming from inside. I take a deep breath,concentrating on my ancient red VANS, trying not to burst into tears. I check the time in my phone, trying to procrastinate as much as possible. It was 12:34 am. I remember staying up late into the night with him playing guitar, singing cute little songs to each other. It hurts to think of him doing that with someone else. I gathered he courage and I raise my to ring the doorbell. I can hear the chime ring through the house and the guitar stop. A few moments later the door opens and there he stands. "Vic, I-" I trail off. He is just as breathtaking as he was 7 years ago. Shock is evident on his perfect face. "Jaime?" He asks shocked. Thankfully there's no anger in his deep brown eyes. "I'm sorry." I blurt out. "I know it's been 7 years since I've talked to you, and I've been sorry for all of them." I say honestly.
"You really hurt me." Vic says softly.
"I know, and I regret it more than anything." I whisper, my voice breaking. "I was a terrible boyfriend and I understand if you hate me and if you've moved on, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry, and I still love you." I ramble. Vic nods, tears filling his eyes. "Come inside." He whispers. "It's chilly out there."
I walk inside and he leads me to the living room where I find the guitar I had given him for his 32nd birthday. "You kept it." I whisper, letting the tears fall. "Yeah." He says quietly, motioning for me to sit on the couch next to him. "Jaime I missed you." He says, the tears finally falling. "It's not the same, I barely sleep, I always feel cold, I wish we had Pierce The Veil again. I wish things would go back to normal!" He cries. "And most of all I wish we were still together!" Not knowing what to do, I lean in, cupping his face with my hand and kissing him full on. He doesn't react at first but then I can feel his perfect lips move, I can feel 7 years of pent up emotion flow through one kiss. My arm snakes around his waist as his go around my neck. Our lips fit perfectly just like they did 7 years ago. I missed this. I missed him. When the kiss breaks he hugs me tightly, and I wrap both of my arms around his small frame. As I sob into his hair I can feel Vic's tears soak into my shirt. "I'm so fucking sorry, Vic." I sob over and over again.
When I finally stop crying, Vic still isn't. I rub his back and comfort him as the last few tears escape his dark eyes. "I need Pierce The Veil back. I need everything back, Vic. But most of all I need you back." I say, wiping the tears off of his face with my thumbs. "I do too." He said. I kiss him passionately once more. Even though it's been years apart from each other, we still are a match made in heaven. To have Vic back in my arms is the most wonderful feeling possible. I'm never going to hurt him again. Maybe things will turn out okay. Maybe PTV can start a new. I feel like anything is possible when I have Vic. I guess anything is. It's amazing what love can do.
A/N: I cried while writing this ✌️
