VictoriåI got dressed into black jeans and a cropped, black top. I put a brown jacket over that and paired it with thigh boots that matched the jacket.I left my hair down and grabbed my black purse from at the edge of the bed. Landon hadn't come back since I last saw him early this morning and I was slightly disappointed. But I knew that he had other things to do.I walked downstairs and was greeted by an almost empty apartment. The last person that remained was Milo, who, was sitting on the couch rolling up some...stuff on the table."Have fun, Love." He winked, picking up the blunt and licking a straight line across it."Thank you." I replied, going over to the elevator and stepping in.As the doors closed, a hand stopped them just as they were almost fully closed and I was kind of uncomfortable as Eva stepped in next to me.It was awkward as the doors shut and the lift began moving. My heart raced as I waited for her to say something mean to me and she stared at me coldly from a
Victoria Then his hand took mine, making me look at him. He raised the back of my hand to his lips, placing a kiss there without taking his eyes off of mine and I was ready to faint."Where were you going?" He asked, checking his watch again and I smiled."Window Shopping." I told him and he nodded once, pushing himself off of the car and opening the passenger door. For someone who had such a bad reputation, he was very chivalrous.His hand still held mine as I walked over and when I got in, he let go and shut the door. He walked around the car, his broad shoulders moving with every step.He got into the car, starting it and instantly driving through the parking lot in the direction of the exit. "What are they going to do to her?" I asked again, anxiety and guilt biting at my mind and he glanced at me briefly."Hang her off of a bridge." He said and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, because Landon still hadn't mastered the art of jokes."Are you being serious?" I asked as he
VictoriåI was now back at the apartment. Landon had to leave to handle some "Business" and I had to get ready to go to Coney Island with my friends.But my heart dropped as I walked into the bedroom and saw the numerous bags on the bed. I walked over and upon inspection, he bought EVERYTHING that I had tried on. Including the expensive jewelry from that store. Quickly, I grabbed my phone and called him. It rang and just as I thought that it would go to his voicemail, he picked up."Landon, what the heck?" I asked, looking for a receipt in the bag so that I could possibly return these. "Thank you, but this is too much. For crying out loud, this ring is probably worth more that me on the black market!" I said, walking toward the door with the bags."Merry Christmas." He said nonchalantly and I heard a muffled gunshot in the back but didn't panic as I heard him say something to someone in Italian."Landon, Christmas is more than eight months away." I said seriously, struggling to hol
Victoriå"Hey, Landon.It's been a few hours since anyone's heard from you guys. I hope you're okay. Coney Island is great but I'm too busy being worried. I wish you were here. But I'll see you when you get back.Bye."I sighed, watching the Ferris Wheel from where I was currently. I sat alone, staring ahead of me after the Rollercoaster knocked the shit out of me."Hey." I heard from in front of me. I looked up to find Milo coming over.He took a seat next to me, opening a bottle of juice and pouring alcohol into it. Then he sealed it and shook it before reopening it and taking a huge gulp."Why alcohol?" I asked as I sat, genuinely wanting to know. So I could take notes in case I needed to do this as well.He glanced over at me before chuckling, then shaking his head."That's the kindest way anyone has ever asked me why I drink so much." He told me and my eyes widened. I instantly shook my head."That's not what I was asking." I said quickly and he laughed."Relax, I'm kidding. I
VictoriåBy the time we woke up, it was already time to leave for Paris and I was more than excited. The first thing I did after waking up was check my phone. But the only missed calls I had were from different companies.My texts were basically the same thing and none of my previous messages has even been received by him. I sighed, packing the last of my stuff into my bag. I stared at the ring he had gotten me, inspecting it closely. Then I took the necklace he gave me off and slipped the ring onto it before putting it back around my neck."You're really worried, huh?" Milo asked as he came up to grab something from in the other room and I laughed."I'm just... mildly concerned." I replied and he chuckled, leaning his elbow against the doorway by his head."Well, if you ever want to get into alcoholism, I'm your guy." He winked, making me laugh.He chuckled again and opened the door of the roof next to this one, going inside and shutting the door behind him.I put my hair into a nea
Victoriå"Rhee, come on." Ace called as they walked around to the other side and I stood."I'll catch up." I called, watching as he gave me an unsure look before nodding.I sat back down and looked up at the sky before dialing his number."Hey Again. So they found River..." I spoke, my eyes already tearing up as I thought about it."They're still out there searching for you. And Damien and Ryder. If you get this...When you get this, I hope you bring me back a muffin."I ended it, leaning back on the bench and sighing before wiping away the tear that slipped down my cheek.Landon hadn't been gone long, but the circumstances following his disappearance was what worried me the most. For all I knew he could be one of the bodies in that building.I stared down at my hands as I thought about the promise of Forever and a Day, smiling as I remembered getting him to actually make a Pinky Promise.I was holding onto that because it was the only thing giving me the hope that soon, he'd show up a
VictoriåMy heart raced in my chest as I knew I was next to step out. From here I could see all of the flashing lights from the cameras outside and my anxiety level was on one hundred."Troisième!"This was it. The moment of truth. All those years of pretending were finally over and now this was the real thing.Fabio motioned for me to go and I did, walking past him and around the corner. I kept my eyes forward as I walked down the runway and even though I looked unbothered, I was almost positive that my heart would give out at any given second.I spotted my friends sitting in the large crowd as I walked, the wind blowing my hair backward as I moved forward and Milo clapped proudly. I started enjoying this more as soon as I got accustomed to the blinding flash of the camera lights. Stopping at the end of the runway, I switched legs just like Fabio instructed.My hands landed on my hips and I stared straight ahead at the main camera. Then I turned and walked back up, completing the en
Victoria Everyone else had went to the other rooms to get ready for the day and we had to meet at the cars in five minutes.As I was left alone in the room, I grabbed my phone and tried calling him."Hey. It's now been days since anyone has heard from you. Honestly I thought that you'd be back by now. I keep holding onto this hope that you'll be okay but I'm starting to lose it, you know? I don't want to keep holding onto that and then...you never come back.The Show went well yesterday. I know you'd just love to be there," I said sarcastically, laughing as I envisioned his blank face."But that's okay. I'll just have to see you when you get back. Bye, Landon." I laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly as I honestly didn't know what else to do.As Mia came back in, I got up and grabbed my stuff. Then I dragged it outside and into the elevator with me. She stepped in next to me with a backpack on her back and I gave her a blank look when she purposely flaunted it."Di
Landon"That's how I met her."His eyes glistened as they looked back at me, a look of curiosity washing across his face. His eyes drifted toward the water, then made their way back up to mine. "My mommy?" His little voice asked, a smile growing on his face as he thought about her and I nodded. "I miss her." He looked down and I rolled my eyes."What have I taught you?" I questioned, staring back at him emotionlessly and he nodded."No weakness." He said and I nodded, standing up. He got up as well, looking at me for a while before he hugged my legs tightly. He wasn't like me. No matter how much I tried training him to not show emotion, he always seemed to do the opposite. He was like her in every way. The excessive kindness, the everyday happiness and the random affection. He'd hug everyone and everything in his path and there was no stopping him. His eyes were a greenish grey and his hair was dark and he had most of my features"Come on." I told him, placing my hand on his head. H
LandonI stared at the painting in front of me, wondering how I got to this point. The house felt empty now. There was nothing to come home to other than our son. I couldn't even sleep in our bedroom anymore. Her things there had stayed the same. Her blanket was still in the same spot she left it and everything there smelled like her.Everytime I looked at the baby I saw her, hating the fact that she wasn't here to help me. I didn't get any sleep as he constantly needed to be fed or changed and I had to do this all on my own. I didn't trust anyone to care for him, knowing that he was the last thing I had gotten from her. No one knew what he looked like. I kept him hidden from people that were just looking for another story. I got off of the chair and walked up the stairs to his room. As I entered, I found that his big green eyes were now opened and he was just moments away from crying. His legs kicked the air as he laid on his stomach, his hands grabbing at the blanket. I watched her
Victoria The door opened again and I looked up to find Landon walking in, his eyebrows arched more than usual and I knew that he was angry. "What's wrong?" I asked, pulling the blanket further up onto my body and he looked at me."I can't do this." He shook his head almost frustratedly. I pointed to the chair next to my bed and he stood there for a while before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He came over and sat, crossing his arms over his chest and I knew he was trying to suppress his emotions.I motioned for him to lean closer before cupping his face in my hand, my arm too weak to even lift properly. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and gave him a small smile."You have your whole life ahead of you, Landon," I paused, another sharp pain hitting me in my chest. "You have to move on, okay? For me.""No." He replied curtly, his tone dark and I sighed, expecting nothing less from him."Landon, you can't hold onto this forever. You'll torture yourself." "No, Victoria."
Victoria I laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly. A tear rolled down my cheek as I finally allowed myself to cry because I was alone. There was no one around to be strong for. I was in so much pain. My brain screamed for it to just end and I sniffled as another tear fell. The surgery was scheduled just mere minutes away as they didn't want to risk me passing and the baby dying as well. I knew that this was it. It had to be.There was this bitter taste in my mouth as I laid there. The only sound heard was the beeping of the monitor and my breathing which was loud due to the oxygen mask. They had prepared me for surgery already and my friends were here. They'd be allowed to come in soon to say their final goodbyes and it was this moment that made me realize that I didn't want to go. I prayed and hoped that by some miracle I'd survive this but I knew better. There was no way.Landon was outside making a call and I wiped away my tears quickly as the door opened. Mia and the o
Victoria I was still strong despite my condition. My body was weak and my stomach was heavy but I still managed to build enough strength to walk. It was hard, but I didn't mind. At least I was still around for now. I was supposed to be moving around in a wheelchair but frankly, that just made me feel worse. I continued to do interviews and there were tons of articles covering my life. Even the news kept up with it because it was genuinely a really rare thing to happen. I wanted to see the ocean before I went to the hospital, knowing that this would be the last time I see the world.He walked back into the Living Room a while later and turned the TV on for me. Then he handed me the Jello Cup with a spoon and a napkin before he sat on the other couch and opened his laptop. He buried himself neck deep in work and I ate with my eyes shut, listening to the TV."Let's go to the park." I suggested randomly and he looked up from the screen.He shut his laptop and took it with him as he walk
VictoriåMonths laterToday was December 23rd, one day away from Landon's birthday. One day away from the end. I was surprised that I had made it this long. I laid in bed, my eyelids too heavy to lift. The oxygen mask on my face had been a constant thing since last month, as I couldn't really breathe on my own for more than an hour at a time.I was in more pain than I had ever been in, in my entire life. My stomach was huge now and my body was too weak to even handle its weight. I was already dealing with the pain of my cancer and the constant kicking and punching going on in there wasn't really helping.Tomorrow was the surgery. The baby would be here at just eight and a half months and that wasn't too bad. Definitely not preterm. I just prayed that everything went well. I knew the chances of me surviving this were literally zero and that was okay in my book. I knew that Landon was physically prepared.Over time he'd grown into a really great guy. He did everything for me before I ev
LandonI ran a hand through my hair as I sat in my bedroom, not knowing what anxiety felt like but if I had to make a guess, this would be it. She was out, spending time with her friends and I was on edge the entire time.The air around me smelled like Coconut and Vanilla, a scent I'd grown rather accustomed to. My dresser was now filled with her things; various different products which contributed to the room's scent. I got up, walking to the door and grabbing a shirt on the way out. I pulled it over my head as I descended the stairs, going to the kitchen. I sat behind the counter and checked my phone, seeing as there were still no calls or texts from her."Boss. Permission to speak?" Theo asked from behind me, staying where he was."Granted." I replied, taking a sip from my drink and listening as he approached."Mister Santos is outside." "My office." I got up, walking out of the kitchen and going into my office. I sat behind my desk just as they walked in. He hadn't changed much
She didn't need to tell me that. She made her decision a long time ago. I sighed, taking her hands off of my face and bringing them to my lips. "I want, what you want." I said and she smiled, smacking my cheek."Thank God. Because you didn't actually have a choice." She replied jokingly. She opened her arms, scooting to the edge of the bed and hugging me tightly. "What if I'm not a good father?" I asked nonchalantly as I placed my head in her neck and she breathed out a small laugh."Nobody's perfect." She tried reassuring me and I held her tightly, knowing what was to come in a few months."Would you hate me?" I questioned further and her arms around my neck tightened slightly."You're my wife, Landon. I can't hate you." She assured me and somehow, I felt better about everything. She managed to drag me into something new each month. Things I didn't think were possible for me suddenly began happening and I couldn't complain. "Now help me to the bathroom so I can let all of this hosp
LandonI sat, staring at her sleeping face as she laid on the hospital bed again. There was an oxygen mask on her face to help her breathe and even then her breathing was shallow. She had been asleep for a few hours and showed no signs of waking up any time soon.I took her hand, looking down at the ring on her finger. Her skin was pale now, every little scar she had turning purple. Her long eyelashes casted shadows on her cheeks. She looked peaceful as she slept and I sighed, leaning back in my seat.For the first time in my life, I felt hopeless. I could only watch as she got worse and I couldn't do anything about it. I was tired of seeing her in this room for weeks at a time. Tired of seeing her in pain everyday. She couldn't die. There was no way things would ever be the same without her. There'd be nothing to look forward to every day; nothing to look forward to in the future. No more excited smiles when I visited, no more late nights listening to her dreams, no more buying her