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SUMMARY: thereβs a knock at the door, you think itβs your boyfriend back from panama, but to your suprise you see your father, and he doesnβt have good news
SONG RECOMMENDATION: all i want by kodaline
CHARACTERS: mainly reader x father!sully, mentions of sam, nate and rafe.
WARNINGS: swearing, death, emotional, spoilers for uncharted 4.
A/N: please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, i am dyslexic as fuck lol. also the italic paragraphs are the letter
You stared down at your phone, debating on whether or not to call your boyfriend for a seventh time in the past fifty minutes. He was in Panama, with his brother and Rafe, trying to find get into an old jail tower that once held Henry Avery, hoping to find something that would help navigate Averys treasure. You were in on the plan too, but seeing as it was a highly dangerous all male prison, the boys decided it was best you stay home.
Thoughts started spilling into your brain, the bad outweighing the good. You ran your hands through your hair, your leg bouncing up and down as you sat on the couch. The apartment grew darker as the sun went down, the main source of light being from your phone, which was now calling once more, only to hear Samβs voicemail.
17 missed calls and 21 unread text messages.
You stood up, pacing around the coffee table, hugging Samβs shirt close to your body and glancing out the window, seeing darkness filling the sky. All you wanted was to have him home.
A knock at the door startled you and dragged you out of your thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief, heading towards the door ready to either hug Sam or shout at him for worrying you so much. You took a deep breathe before opening the door, a small smile creeping on your face, ready to see your boyfriend.
However, your smile dropped when you saw your father there instead. Itβs not that you werenβt happy to see him, you were always happy to see him, but right now you just wanted Sam.
He stood there, a sad smile on his face, which he tried to hide, but failed miserably to do. He tried to avoid eye contact with you, either looking at your face or down at the letter he held tightly in his hands. Something was wrong.
βHi, Dad, come in. Hey, have you heard from Sam? Or even Nate? He shouldβve been out ages ago but I canβt seem to get a hold of him.β
Sully sighed in defeat, dread filling him up. He knew he had to tell you and he knew he had to be the one to do it, but he didnβt know how. He didnβt want to tell his little girl that her boyfriend was dead.
βThatβs, uh, thatβs why Iβm here. Listen Y/N...β
You watched your dad hesitate and stumble over his words, trying to find the right thing to say. As you watched him, you became more and more scared, waiting for him to say what he needed to. Deep down, you knew exactly what he was going to say, but you tried to bury that negativity down.
Your eyes grew watery, as sadness took over your fathers face, his emotions pretty much confirming your thoughts. You tried to suppress the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes, but they won, slowly falling down. Your words began to stutter and stumble.
βDad...where..where is he? Please.β
βHe, uh... Sam heβs..β
βDad, you need to tell me. You need to say it. Please. I need to hear you say it.β
He looked at the letter once again, gripping it tightly, before looking up at you. His heart broke as he watched you slowly begin to crumble.
βSam died, Y/N. He got shot as they tried to escape the prison. Iβm sorry.β
You stood there, sorrow filling your body. Your Sam was dead.
βFuck.... How? The plan was simple, they just.. he.. Vargos was suppose to let them go.. I dont understand..β
Sully took a step closer to you, tears now falling from his eyes.
βI know, kid. Nate didnβt tell me many details, but from what I could gather, Rafe got pissed, messed the whole plan up.β
βOh, of course. Of course it was Rafe. I swear to God when I see him Iβm gonna fucking kill him!β
Your father now stood in front of you, placing his hands around your arms.
βNo you wonβt you-β
βHe got Sam killed! He got my Sam....is he really gone?β
βIβm sorry, sweetie.β
You let out a sob, falling into your dad, feeling his arms wrap around you, another stroking your hair in an effort to comfort you, though he knew no amount of comfort would calm you down. He mumbled βsorrysβ and βitβs gonna be okayβ, though you didnβt pay any attention.
All you could think about was Sam.
It was now around 3 AM, you sat curled up on the sofa, holding Samβs shirt tightly to you, Sully hadnβt left your side since. Your eyes hurt from all the crying, your nose was red and your cheeks were puffy. You had calmed down slightly, mostly from exhaustion.
A yawn was heard from your dad, making you look at the time, suddenly feeling bad that you had kept your father here for so long.
βYou, uh. You should go home. Get some sleep.β
βNo. No way, Iβm not leaving you.β
βDad, itβs fine. You need to sleep. Besides, I kind of want to be alone right now.β
You nodded, shooting him a hint of a smile, he shot one back, hesitantly getting up and walking over to you, planting a small kiss to your head.
βItβs going to be okay. Not yet, but eventually.β
He placed the letter he had been holding on the couch next to you, before grabbing his coat.
βOh, uh, Sam gave it to me when you two first got together, said to give it to you if anything ever happened to him.β
βOh.β, was all you could say, picking up the letter, taking a deep breathe before opening it. You heard the front door close, leaving you alone in the dimly lit apartment. Your eyes closed for a brief second as you unfolded the paper, immediately teary as you saw your boyfriends writing.
If youβre reading this, then Iβm sorry. Iβm most likely dead, or maybe kidnapped by pirates, hopefully itβs the second one. It was bound to happen some day, you know what Iβm like, always getting myself into shit. And I know what youβre like, always saving me from said shit. And I know youβre probably sitting at home, right now, reading this, blaming yourself. Whatever happened, itβs wasnβt your fault. Okay? None of it.
There was just a few things I wanted you to know, that Iβve never really told you. You know Iβm not good at talking, but hopefully I can write it. You are the love of my life. Simple as that. From the moment we first met, I knew I was going to fall in love with you, and honestly it terrified me. But you made every single second worth it. You are literally the most amazing thing to happen to me and at times, you were the only one that kept me going. I wish I wouldβve told you that more, shown you more, cause I really do love you. More than anything.
I want you to be happy. I donβt want you to spend the rest of your life mourning over me and being sad. You deserve to be happy. So I want you to know itβs okay to move on, though be warned I will come and haunt the shit out of both of you. Iβm gonna miss you.
Iβll be waiting for you on the other side. I love you so fucking much.
P,S. look after nate, make sure he doesnβt get himself killed too
Despite the tears streaming down your cheeks, you chuckled. Sam always knew how to make you laugh, even in the worst of times, that was one of the reasons you loved him so much.
You read the letter over and over again, crying more and more each time until you couldnβt any more. You loved Sam more than anything, and now he was gone. And even with his βpermissionβ you knew you would never be able to move on.
You would never be able to love anyone more than you loved Samuel Drake.
A/N: iβm thinking of writing another imagine like this one, where the reader is in love with sam and instead of sully giving her the letter nate does, and itβs actually Sams love confession to the reader and i could do a part 2 where they reunite and talk about the letter. let me know what you think!
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