I just miss vld man

Freefall

Life is messy and at times, unbearable. 

Seasons change, years go by and moments pass before you even realize they will be memories from a time long-

“Hey stranger.” 

Katie glanced up from her book, brown eyes meeting blue as Lance took the seat across from her. 

He held out a coffee cup to her, which she gladly accepted while shutting her book. 

“I’m surprised to see you out this early.” She said “Usually you don’t leave home until noon.” 

Lance shrugged, “We were out of coffee.” 

Oh shit. 

“I’m sorry I completely forgot to grab some yesterday.” she groaned. 

Lance smiled “It gave me an excuse to go to the store.” 

She nodded. “How was it?” 

“Quiet.” 

She gave a small hum of approval. “I’m glad.” 

Lance opened up to say something but hesitated when the old speakers of the coffee shop left some background static as an employee was changing out the record. 

He froze, panic starting to become visible in his expression and Katie knew she had to act fast. 

“Lance.” 

Nothing. 

Shit.

She stood up, and moved closer to him, placing her own hands over his ears as she tried to talk to him, to drown out the static. 

“You’re here. I’m here. We’re okay." She pressed harder against him, trying to apply some form of pressure to ground him. "You aren't there anymore." 

It was like a silent prayer she was repeating over and over, somewhat hoping it would work. 

Eventually the static stopped once the record had been changed and after a few minutes, Lance let out a shaky breath as he took hold of her hands from behind him. 

“I need to go.” 

She nodded. “I’ll come with you.” 

He didn’t protest that. 

- 

Nobody talked about the accident. It was like an unspoken rule had been established the moment the news came out. 

Lance could only remember snippets from the aftermath of it all. 

The various sounds of the hospital as he briefly regained some form of consciousness before fading back to darkness. 

Moments of Katie coming in and talking to him, some things he remembered, other times it sounded like gibberish. 

He remembered the feeling of nothingness as clear as day however. To exist, but not exist. To feel like you are walking on an invisible tightrope between life and death and the moment you lose balance, the choice has been made. 

It’d be over. Lights out. 

That’s it, the end of you. 

He wasn’t sure how he got out of that limbo, one minute he was there and then the next thing he knew he was blinded by foggy hospital lights. 

Pain had hit his body all over again, it was like jumping in a frozen pond during winter, cold as ice and excruciatingly electrifying. 

The pain of being alive.

i should probably mention that was a copy pasted unbeta’d draft from last year in my docs so sorry for any errors 

Snow Kissed

The 'chaos', otherwise known as their families meddling, had started in the late fall after Lance was given the all-clear from Samuel. It had seemed relatively easy initially- Go out, pick out a ring, light some candles and get on one knee to ask her the big question that would change their relationship- hopefully for the better.

Except there was one flaw in his plan and even now, ten miles away from his family home with Katie sitting right next to him, he wasn't sure how exactly he was going to ask. To make matters worse, he made the mistake of telling Veronica about the ring who then relayed that information back to his mother and before he even had a chance to speak, almost the entire Serrano clan was in on his secret.

Of course, he knew that they meant well and he was glad that they were excited, but it still didn't stop the weekly "Have you proposed yet?" question from being asked. And as much as he adored his family, part of him was worried about what they would do the moment they stepped foot out of the car.

"Ance-"

He snapped out of his thoughts once he heard Katie speak to him. "Hm?"

"You okay?" She asked softly, concern adamant in her tone."We missed the turnoff like five minutes ago?"

"Oh shit-" he muttered before doing a U-turn in the middle of a back road.

He felt his cheeks burn from the embarrassment and any mindless thoughts had long since been thrown out the window. Once they were back on track, Katie asked him again. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah!” his voice gave a little crack and he quickly tried to cover it with a cough. “I was just thinking about how good it’ll be to see my mom again. I promise I’m alright.”

Katie raised a skeptical brow at that but thankfully to his relief, she didn't push the issue further. The rest of the car ride settled back into a comfortable silence and by the time they reached the turnoff for his road, his strangeness had seemed forgotten.

Rows of snow-covered rose bushes lined the driveway and he couldn't help but smile once the faint blue of his childhood home came into sight.

"I hope your family doesn't mind me intruding on your holiday.." Katie mumbled.

That  took him by surprise, truth be told he didn't even think Katie would think that she was imposing.

"What?" he asked. "You aren't intruding. In fact, they're probably going to be buzzing around you."

Katie gave a slight hum but didn't say anything else. He knew that sometimes she'd get a bit anxious, especially when it involved socializing. So instead of trying to say anything, he reached over and took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles

"They love you. Trust me."

i need to write more aksndjhvjs

He ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. They had been arguing for over an hour now. Truth be told she was surprised that none of her neighbours had come to complain yet. Of course, they hadn’t been yelling at the beginning either.

“You don’t think I already know that?!” her voice rose, her own masked frustration beginning to show. “Who do you think you are to question me!?”

“I’m you’re boyfriend!”

The tension between them was suffocating, and she had to dispel it the only way she knew how.

“If you were my boyfriend, you wouldn’t be interrogating me like one of your suspects.”

It hurt. A lot. But she had to minimize the damage she would one day create, sooner, rather than later. That didn’t mean the process was any less difficult.

“I think we’re done.” She whispered.

Lance opened his mouth to speak, but the words died out just as easily.

“I guess we are.” His words are bitter, cold.

Not her Lance.

She nodded her head, every part of her shook as she turned on her heel and held open the balcony door, not meeting his gaze.  “You should go.”

Part of her hoped he would deny, protest even. Hoped that he would stay and talk it out with her.

But instead he grabbed his coat and shut the foyer door without another word.

I found my old detective plance wip!!