Can We Lose Our Minds?

(Back to Jaime’s POV)

“I love you,” I breathed onto her lips, my mouth stretched into an enormous smile. I haven’t smiled like that in months.

“I love you, too,” she said. I kissed her tears away that were silently slipping down her cheeks.

“Everything is going to be okay, now” I said with relief. No more Drew Sanders, no more death.

“Drew Sanders is dead, but his memory will be tainted in my mind forever. I don’t think any of us will ever forget,” she said quietly, her eyebrows knitting. I knew what she meant, but I had no words to respond to that. Instead, I kissed her again. Over and over and over again I kissed her.

“Hey! I want what she’s having!” Vic, who was in the neighboring hospital bed, called out to me with a giggle.

“You’re so gay, Vic,” I laughed back, shaking my head. I walked over to him, anyway, and kissed his forehead.

“FUENCIADO IS REAL!” Vic giggled.

I shook my head again, chuckling. He was on some heavy drugs, right now.

But everything was lighthearted and happy. Being in a coma for a few weeks, Vic’s horrific injuries were almost healed. I didn’t understand how both Vic and Spencer were in a coma for the exact amount of time, though; it was very weird and strangely coincidental, but I didn’t focus on that. What mattered was that my best friend and girl friend were awake, alive, and we were going home soon.

I couldn’t wait for Vic to sober up, though. I needed to talk to him. I needed to apologize. The last real words I had said to him were scoffs, and he told me that I was “miserable”, and I told him that I never wanted his help, even though he was being a good friend, and then I ran off…

If I hadn’t had ran off, this probably wouldn’t have happened. Moving on from that aspect, though, every day Vic was missing and dying I hated myself because I was afraid our argument was going to be the last thing conversation I would ever have with him. That thought was absolute torture.

But even so, that didn’t matter anymore. He was okay; he was going to live.

And Pierce the Veil was going to be a band again.

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**A Few Months Later**

“Where are we going?” Spencer asked as I dragged her out of our apartment.

“PTV Headquarters,” I grinned. I was getting excited about the band. Now that all evil things were out of our physical lives (they existed in our nightmares only), we were really focusing on the band. With the help of Vic and the guys, I wrote a song. The journal that I used to write down a lot of my feelings became, essentially, a lyric book, and I pulled out many phrases from that book to create an original song.

“Why?”

“Vic said that he has a surprise for you,” I said. Vic and Mike rebuilt their house, which was only partially destroyed from the last fire. They made the inside completely different, though, ridding all traces of Drew Sanders and his wrath.

“I like surprises,” she grinned. Spencer was like a different girl, but in a really good way; she was so bubbly. I have never seen her so happy to be alive. I have never seen her so happy to be with me. She used to torture herself, thinking that she was unhealthy for me, but, now, she was my medication.

We walked hand-in-hand to the Fuentes’ house.

“Welcome!” Mike opened the door, squishing us both into a group hug.

“Sup, man,” I smiled. Mike had so much life in his eyes. It was amazing. Back when Vic was almost dead, he looked dead, too. But now everyone was alive, and everyone was living. That was important. It was one thing to be alive, and it was a whole other thing to be living.

I flashed back to when I was depressed and almost insane… I was alive, but I was not living. I shook the past out of my head. All that mattered now was our future.

“What’s going on in here, fools?” Spence grinned at them, seeing Vic with an acoustic guitar in his hands.

“Come downstairs and find out,” he smiled encouragingly, and we followed him down to the basement.

Vic sat in a stool with his guitar in hand, and we all—Mike, Tony, Spence, and me—sat on the ground in front of him.

“Guys, this is for our new album, I think,” Vic said, his smile wide. I got extremely exited; this was going to be our best album, yet. I could feel it.

We had been in such a low place, that the only direction for us to go was up.

He strummed the guitar a few times. “I don’t think it will be acoustic on the album, but, this is good for now, just so you get the idea,” he said. Vic had the biggest smile on his face. I could tell how proud he was of this song. I hoped it was good, but, hey, this was Vic. Vic could cure cancer with his lyrics.

“Don't you say you had a part of it, I guess we'll never know…” I got the shivers, and I looked over at Spencer, whose eyes lit up as she watched Vic intently.

“I know you're tortured within… your eyes look hungry again, but I'll never wander, my friend,” he closed his eyes as he focused on singing and playing.

“Can I just have one more taste, Just to make it through the day. You're tangled in… You're tangled in the great escape…”

He finished up the song, and everyone stared at him. The song was amazing. There was so much emotion, so much passion, so much meaning.

I looked over at Spencer.

Tears spilled from her eyes. “That’s the song…” she whispered, smiling. Vic smiled back.

“You bet it is. It’s our song,” he grinned. What song? I felt very out of the loop. I tilted my head to the side. It was a killer song, but what did it mean to Vic and Spencer? I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Thank you,” she smiled widely, walking over to Vic.

They embraced in a hug, and he whispered something in her ear.

Then that hug turned into something else. Without warning, her lips touched his tenderly.

My jaw dropped.

They just kissed.

Consensually.

Right before my eyes.

As if I wasn’t even standing there.

Shocked, I turned and sprinted away from that house without another look or word.

I sprinted and sprinted and sprinted, and I never planned on coming back.

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