Maybe this is all we can be

I wake to a loud bang, shattering the glass of my bedroom windows, dark smoke quickly pouring in through the empty window frames. As I roll over the realisation quickly dawns on me that Vic is not lay in the bed beside me, I am completely engulfed in the pitch black smoke that seeping though my crevices, scorching my insides.

'VIC' I scream, inhaling the dark smoke as I choke on the thick substance. Finding the breaths I drag myself up, propping myself on the window sill, tiny shards of sharp glass piece the base of my feet and the tips of my fingers.

Looking out I see nothing but a continuous layer of this smoke and fire. Fire everywhere.

What the fuck is happening???

I cave over, my lungs quickly giving in as my breaths become short and fast. My head feels so damn heavy as the whole world spins around me. It only takes one slip and i'm tumbling though the open window frame, and all of a sudden i'm flying. Soaring through the air. I cant tell you how long I was falling for, because to me it felt like a lifetime, my whole life and existence illuminating the smoke filled skies. I didn't feel a thing when my body hit the ground, the cold gravel surface was a relief to the persistent heat of the ever-lasting fires currently swallowing the house that me and Vic had co-existed in.

Vic.

It's funny how even in what felt like my last moments, the only person whom I had any concern in the world for was my other half. The man who despite leaving ever so often on his tours that I loved with my whole and entire heart, I felt like such a failure my body limp on the cold floor while Vic faced a fate that only he knew at this moment. Maybe he was okay, maybe he was searching for me, I try with every muscle in my body to call out for him. Yet my lips fail to open.
So is this the end? Is what death is, an eternity of physical paralysis while the mind still lives on? I try to scream, to cry, to do anything other than exist.

I remember the first time I saw him, I remember how pure and fresh our love was. I remember the day he proposed, his sweaty hands clinging onto the precious box for dear life as he bent down on one knee on a stage surrounded by his crazed fans. My mind flickers from him lay by my be whilst I was sick to the times we danced around the house to our favourite songs, the feeling of ultimate despair when he left to the pure pleasure I experienced when he returned. Would I never experience those butterflies that triggered at the sight of him again?
'Vic' my hoarse voice gently blew his name into the wind in the hope he somehow be okay, he would somehow hear.

God knows how long I lie for, God knows if i'm dead or not.

Notes

Just a short chapter, actually got a really good idea for where this is going now. So bare with because the next chapter is when it actually should start kicking in.

Sorry about the slow update just got some mocks and the revisions literally taking up all my time haha

enjoy:) -Pinkvelvet