Perfectly Imperfect
Chapter 5
*Vic's P.O.V*
It's been a full three days since the memory. And since then, I've only left Riley's side five times; twice to go take a shower, and three times to get food and spare clothes.
The past three days have consisted of me sitting next to her, talking to her. Just saying random things and hoping to get a response. A response that has yet to come.
It's so hard for me to leave her side. I'm afraid that if I do, she will wake up and I won't be there to see her. As selfish as it may sound, I want to be the first face she wakes up too. I want to show her that I will never give up. No matter how hard it's getting, I have to stay strong and stay by her side.
Her lips and eyes stay shut, her hand stays cold and limp in my tight grip. It must be an instinct within me to tightly grasp her hand. Maybe if I hold on tight enough, she won't float away from me. Maybe if I wish a lot, she'll come back to her body. Back to me. But I get absolutely no improving results from my actions. Maybe wishing is too simple.
*Five days later*
It's been exactly ten days. Ten days since our two year anniversary. Ten days since I proposed. Ten days since the accident. And ten, achingly miserable days without any response from Riley.
Three days ago I tried the memory method again. I pressed her palm to my face and, just like the first time, I was brought back in time. I re-lived getting to hang out with her at the coffee shop. I've grown accustomed to doing this now. It's like my drug. The memories are my medication-if I take too much, it'll push me over the edge.
If I was correct with my memory, the next moment should be our first kiss. I'm not sure if I can handle this moment right now, but all doubts left as I gently pressed her palm to my cheek, closing my eyes.
I woke up, yawning, and rolled over in my bed to reach my phone.
'One new message.'
I smiled and my stomach somersaulted as I read the message.
'Riley: Are we gonna hang today?'
I replied yes and quickly hopped in the shower, letting the warm water trickle down my body. Nerves danced through my veins as I finished cleaning myself and got out. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt, deciding that I would straighten my hair today.
For some reason I had a good feeling about the day, and I instantly knew it must have something to do with Riley. I brushed my teeth and told her I'd meet her at the coffee shop, since she had to work morning shift.
I laced up my vans, grabbed a beanie, and proceeded towards the shop, my limbs feeling like jelly and my breathing becoming heavier.
As I closed the distance between the shop and myself, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping to find inner peace. Unfortunately, as soon as I walked inside and saw her, all the previous nerves I felt came rushing back and hit me like a train.
I felt myself fall for her even harder as she smiled that dazzling, shy smile at me. Her eyes twinkled and her golden hair shone in the light. I waved to her and smiled back.
"I get off in, like, fifteen minutes, so we can leave then if you want," she said to me while sweeping crumbs into a corner to be collected later.
"Whatever you wanna do, dear," I smiled at her and felt my face grow hot with blush.
A light blush danced across her cheeks and she looked shyly at the ground. "I'll be back soon," she whispered to me, and I fought the urge to run after her as she disappeared into the back. I sat down at a table and waited.
About twenty minutes later, Riley joined me. I couldn't help but stare as her hair cascaded down her shoulders in perfect waves and I admired how her outfit fit her in all the right places.
She nervously ran her fingers through her hair and said, "Uh, where would you like to go?"
I cleared my throat as I realized I was making her uncomfortable. Standing up, I awkwardly fixed the beanie on my head. "How about we get some lunch?"
She nodded her head and I tried to stifle the urge to grab onto her hand as we walked towards a Chick'Fil'A.
I could feel myself growing more nervous as we made small talk. I've decided on what I was going to do, but somehow my desicion didn't settle well as I felt the anxiety deep in the pit of my stomach.
After we ate lunch, I took Riley back to my house. My heart was jumping out of my chest as we played Xbox the whole afternoon.
I glanced over at her as she beat me for the third time in a row.
She saw me looking at her and smiled. "What?"
I shrugged. "Oh...nothing."
She pouted her lips at me and said, "Please tell me! What are you thinking about?"
I chuckled a bit. "Oh, just about how good you are at COD and..." I bit my lip, spotting my chance.
She narrowed her eyes in a questioning way. "And?"
"This." I leaned over slightly and brushed my lips lightly against hers. It wasn't even a kiss, yet I felt like fire was burning from my lips to my veins.
"Oh.." she breathed and bit her lip.
My heart fluttered in disappointment as I sat up, throwing my head in my hands. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
I felt her sit up next to me and gently take my hands away from my face, forcing me to look up at her. "For what?"
I sighed, ashamed and embarrassed. "For that."
Our gazes met as she leaned in a bit and whispered, "Well, Vic, I'm sorry too."
I had no time to ponder what her words meant because the only thing I could think about was her lips meeting mine. I smiled into the kiss as I slowly moved my hand up to her face. What felt like hours turned out to be a couple seconds as our lips disconnected and she leaned her face into my hand.
"Riley..." I breathed.
"Mhm?"
"Do you want to...go to a party with me tomorrow night? Like, as my date?" I gulped, preparing myself for the rejection. The rejection that never came.
She looked deep into my eyes and smiled.
"I'd love to."
The cold reality of the hospital's interior brought me back from my bittersweet memory. I could feel my body go numb as I looked at the girl who stole my heart.
I just wanted to fix everything. If we left that restaurant a bit later, maybe things would be different. Maybe I'd be able to hear her voice and feel her touch.
Each day the need to have her wake up got stronger. And with each day filled with her sleeping comatose form in front of me, I got weaker. This memory medication was only making the need increase, and hurting me worse. But, I felt myself addicted. How long would it be before I overdose and lose control?
It's been a full three days since the memory. And since then, I've only left Riley's side five times; twice to go take a shower, and three times to get food and spare clothes.
The past three days have consisted of me sitting next to her, talking to her. Just saying random things and hoping to get a response. A response that has yet to come.
It's so hard for me to leave her side. I'm afraid that if I do, she will wake up and I won't be there to see her. As selfish as it may sound, I want to be the first face she wakes up too. I want to show her that I will never give up. No matter how hard it's getting, I have to stay strong and stay by her side.
Her lips and eyes stay shut, her hand stays cold and limp in my tight grip. It must be an instinct within me to tightly grasp her hand. Maybe if I hold on tight enough, she won't float away from me. Maybe if I wish a lot, she'll come back to her body. Back to me. But I get absolutely no improving results from my actions. Maybe wishing is too simple.
*Five days later*
It's been exactly ten days. Ten days since our two year anniversary. Ten days since I proposed. Ten days since the accident. And ten, achingly miserable days without any response from Riley.
Three days ago I tried the memory method again. I pressed her palm to my face and, just like the first time, I was brought back in time. I re-lived getting to hang out with her at the coffee shop. I've grown accustomed to doing this now. It's like my drug. The memories are my medication-if I take too much, it'll push me over the edge.
If I was correct with my memory, the next moment should be our first kiss. I'm not sure if I can handle this moment right now, but all doubts left as I gently pressed her palm to my cheek, closing my eyes.
I woke up, yawning, and rolled over in my bed to reach my phone.
'One new message.'
I smiled and my stomach somersaulted as I read the message.
'Riley: Are we gonna hang today?'
I replied yes and quickly hopped in the shower, letting the warm water trickle down my body. Nerves danced through my veins as I finished cleaning myself and got out. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt, deciding that I would straighten my hair today.
For some reason I had a good feeling about the day, and I instantly knew it must have something to do with Riley. I brushed my teeth and told her I'd meet her at the coffee shop, since she had to work morning shift.
I laced up my vans, grabbed a beanie, and proceeded towards the shop, my limbs feeling like jelly and my breathing becoming heavier.
As I closed the distance between the shop and myself, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping to find inner peace. Unfortunately, as soon as I walked inside and saw her, all the previous nerves I felt came rushing back and hit me like a train.
I felt myself fall for her even harder as she smiled that dazzling, shy smile at me. Her eyes twinkled and her golden hair shone in the light. I waved to her and smiled back.
"I get off in, like, fifteen minutes, so we can leave then if you want," she said to me while sweeping crumbs into a corner to be collected later.
"Whatever you wanna do, dear," I smiled at her and felt my face grow hot with blush.
A light blush danced across her cheeks and she looked shyly at the ground. "I'll be back soon," she whispered to me, and I fought the urge to run after her as she disappeared into the back. I sat down at a table and waited.
About twenty minutes later, Riley joined me. I couldn't help but stare as her hair cascaded down her shoulders in perfect waves and I admired how her outfit fit her in all the right places.
She nervously ran her fingers through her hair and said, "Uh, where would you like to go?"
I cleared my throat as I realized I was making her uncomfortable. Standing up, I awkwardly fixed the beanie on my head. "How about we get some lunch?"
She nodded her head and I tried to stifle the urge to grab onto her hand as we walked towards a Chick'Fil'A.
I could feel myself growing more nervous as we made small talk. I've decided on what I was going to do, but somehow my desicion didn't settle well as I felt the anxiety deep in the pit of my stomach.
After we ate lunch, I took Riley back to my house. My heart was jumping out of my chest as we played Xbox the whole afternoon.
I glanced over at her as she beat me for the third time in a row.
She saw me looking at her and smiled. "What?"
I shrugged. "Oh...nothing."
She pouted her lips at me and said, "Please tell me! What are you thinking about?"
I chuckled a bit. "Oh, just about how good you are at COD and..." I bit my lip, spotting my chance.
She narrowed her eyes in a questioning way. "And?"
"This." I leaned over slightly and brushed my lips lightly against hers. It wasn't even a kiss, yet I felt like fire was burning from my lips to my veins.
"Oh.." she breathed and bit her lip.
My heart fluttered in disappointment as I sat up, throwing my head in my hands. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
I felt her sit up next to me and gently take my hands away from my face, forcing me to look up at her. "For what?"
I sighed, ashamed and embarrassed. "For that."
Our gazes met as she leaned in a bit and whispered, "Well, Vic, I'm sorry too."
I had no time to ponder what her words meant because the only thing I could think about was her lips meeting mine. I smiled into the kiss as I slowly moved my hand up to her face. What felt like hours turned out to be a couple seconds as our lips disconnected and she leaned her face into my hand.
"Riley..." I breathed.
"Mhm?"
"Do you want to...go to a party with me tomorrow night? Like, as my date?" I gulped, preparing myself for the rejection. The rejection that never came.
She looked deep into my eyes and smiled.
"I'd love to."
The cold reality of the hospital's interior brought me back from my bittersweet memory. I could feel my body go numb as I looked at the girl who stole my heart.
I just wanted to fix everything. If we left that restaurant a bit later, maybe things would be different. Maybe I'd be able to hear her voice and feel her touch.
Each day the need to have her wake up got stronger. And with each day filled with her sleeping comatose form in front of me, I got weaker. This memory medication was only making the need increase, and hurting me worse. But, I felt myself addicted. How long would it be before I overdose and lose control?
Notes
Well here's chapter five:3 Hope you all enjoy!Comment your thoughts on what happens next, how it's going, things I need improving on, etc. I love reading your comments and know what YOU guys think. Love you all:)
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8/18/13