One Year After Vic’s Death
Jaime
A few months after the break of Pierce The Veil, Jaime moved across the country to New York after recieving a job offer from a record company in New York.
Tony
Tony continued playing guitar recreationally after Vic’s death, He took up a job at Music Store selling and repairing Instruments and equipment.
Mike
Mike is still troubled from the passing of his brother and the break of the band, he moved back in with his parents and hasn’t been able to find a way to move on refusing to play Music again.
. . .
Mike and his family were eating dinner in silence once again, It’s been this way ever since. Dinner time used to be a happy family time. They would share stories from their day and talk about whatever topic was the talk of the night. Jokes and memories would be shared endlessly but no longer. It didn’t feel right anymore. Not ever since the chair to the left of Mike has remained empty for the past year. Dinner now felt like a sad reminder of the special person the family lost. They would eat in silence, especially their mother. She didn’t talk much anymore, she always had this distant look in her eye. Whenever the front door was opened, her eyes held something else. Hope. It was hope. Hope it was her oldest son walking through the door with the big smile he once wore, hope, he would come home once again. But he never did.
“Mike, are you listening” Mike’s dad called snapping him from his thoughts. He looked up at his parents who were watching him intently. He nodded slightly before shaking his head admitting that he was not infact listening. “We’re moving Mike” his mother cut in and he choked up dropping his fork. His face twisted into all sorts of emotions. “M-moving” he stuttered out. Mike shook his head. “You can’t” he said quickly. Mike parents looked at their son, knowing he was having a hard time moving on from his brother. “I know it’s hard but we can’t stay in this house anymore” his mother continued. “I can’t leave him behind, I can’t just move on and leave him like that, his room, the bandroom, It’s all HERE… HERE” Mike said slowly raising his voice. “Don’t sell the house, please don’t sell the house” Mike pleaded continuing. “Son, You need to hold Vic in your heart and saviour his memory, but we can’t move on if we stay here hoping he’ll come home” His father continued. Mike nodded slowly still apprehensive. “We were hoping, you could clean out the bandroom this weekend” his mother said, pain in her eyes as she spoke. Mike was silent as he stood up from the table. He didn’t want to hear it anymore. He didn’t want to sell the house.He didn’t want to clean out the bandroom. He didn’t want to move on. he nodded at his parents before he climbed the staircase in his childhood home. He passed Vic’s door before he stopped turning back to it. He took a deep breath pushing the door slowly open.
He walked in and realised Vic’s room was exactly as it was the last day he was alive. His bed wasn’t made as if he had just slept a night in it. The small pile of clothes infront of his wardrobe where had left them probably after digging around for something to wear. The posters of his favourite bands covering the walls painted black. Mike walked up to desk. Vic’s laptop sat, still open but uncharged after all these months. He turned to see Vic’s prized acoustic guitar on the stand in the corner, his favourite pick stuck in the strings on the first fret. Mike walked up to it pulling the pick out and putting it in his pocket. He felt incredibly wrong doing so as it was Vic’s rule that nobody is touch this particular guitar. He left the room closing the door gently as he did so before sitting on his own bed in the room across the hall.
. . .
Tony was sitting at the desk behind the counter of the store he worked at with not much to do as it was a slow day. He had repaired a few guitars and changed a fair few strings for customers already but nothing exciting had really happened. He was quite bored just waiting for his lunch break to come around. His phone vibrated from the desk infront of him and he reached for it. Tony read the name. “Whiskeyyy” he read aloud wondering what Mike could be texting him for. Tony knew it had been months since he had spoken to anyone from Pierce The Veil so he was surprised to say the least and even a little bit sad. He missed seeing his best friends everyday. He unlocked his phone and read the message.
‘Our parents have decided to ‘move on’ and are planning to sell our house and move away, This weekend I have to clean out the bandroom and I don’t think I can do it alone, Please help me Tony”

. . .
Jaime had just driven home after a long day at his job that he had begun to hate. His job was too find new talent and young bands to potentially sign to the label he worked for. He had grown to hate meeting these new bands because of how much they reminded him of Vic and Pierce The Veil. They brought back unwanted memories, he so desperately put away in the back of his mind. He missed San Diego, He missed the band, he missed Mike and Tony, but most of all, he missed Vic. He missed everything he had two years ago. He sighed as he unlocked his front door dumping his things on his apartment floor and kicking his shoes off as his phone went off from his backpocket. He pulled it out seeing a message from Mike. It brought a smile to Jaime’s face for the first time in months.
‘Our parents have decided to ‘move on’ and are planning to sell our house and move away, This weekend I have to clean out the bandroom and I don’t think I can do it alone, Please help me Jaime’

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