Remains (Sebastian Stan imagine)
Inspired by Remains by Bastille vs. Rag ‘n’ Bone Man.
Quick note: each paragraph except the third is basically a time skip, as the third paragraph is a flashback. Just in case it’s confusing at all :-) may edit this again soon.
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“I came here for sanctuary, away from the winds and the sounds of the city.”
He closed his eyes as he inhaled the fresh air, while recalling all of the memories. How you had danced through the long grass. How your eyes had crinkled at the sides as you both laughed together at nothing. He saw your hair softly moving with the wind as you stood on the hilltop and looked over the fields as the sun began to set, its bright rays illuminating your face in the most breathtaking way. A weak smile found its way to his lips as he remembered that moment. You had turned to him, your hand intertwined with his, and placed a loving kiss on his lips. He remembered that day so well, like it were yesterday.
“And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms, I’ll be buried here with you.”
He sat on your bed, holding your dress as he stared at it, remembering that night. You had attended a formal party held by a friend’s father, and you had looked so beautiful. He remembered seeing you in that dress; how he was so stunned that he was speechless, and how you had blushed when you caught his gaze. It was that night when he realised he was in love with every part of you. He remembered how you had the attention of many other men at the event, but you only had eyes for him. You had taken his hand gently and led him to the dance floor, where you slow danced together and got lost in each other, his forehead resting on yours as your eyes drifted closed while you smiled softly. To him, you were perfect.
“As you fade away, I realise, it’s all over.”
When he got the call, everything stopped. Time froze. His heart was the only thing functioning as it raced, almost beating out of his chest. The phone fell from his grasp, shattering on the hard floor. But he didn’t care. It took a moment for it to sink in, hit home. As it became clear that he wasn’t having some sick, twisted dream, he began to choke. He choked on the sounds of anguish that somehow escaped him without him controlling it. As his knees began to buckle, the shock took over, and soon tears formed in his eyes. Falling to the floor, almost in slow motion, everything began to hurt. His throat hurt, his head hurt.. but most of all, his heart hurt, as it shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t control the sobs that rose up his throat. As the pain intensified, he felt the need to scream. So he did. He screamed, as loud as he was able to, his emotions pouring from him as the pain of his loss tore him apart. Not caring if anyone heard, he screamed and cried out for what felt like years, cursing the world as it collapsed around him. For what would he do now? What did he have left? What was he, without you?
“And I’ll hold in these hands, all that remains.”
Gripping the picture frame with both hands, he stared at the photo occupying the space within. A happy photo. His favourite photo of you. He remembered the numerous photos you’d taken that day, and how he had taken you by surprise for the last photo by suddenly pulling you close to him. You had giggled as you held his gaze, and he had simply smiled, knowing that moment would be forever engraved into his memory. Afterwards, the two of you had chased each other around the park, laughing wildly as you dodged people and trees. When he had caught you, he has whispered, “got you,” as he leaned in to kiss you softly. He missed that moment. He missed every moment, every memory he ever shared with you.
Now, he was sitting on your bed in the room you had once shared, staring at the ceiling as he clutched your pillow to his chest. The heartache never ceased, the pain never faded. He had forgotten how many months it had been, how many months had passed since the accident. They were never caught, never brought to justice for what they did to you. They took you from him, and it ruined him completely. He had stayed behind after the funeral to say goodbye for the last time. As he stared at your photo next to your casket, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he realised, this is it. This is truly the end. It wasn’t a dream; he wasn’t going to wake up soon to find you sleeping next to him with your head rested upon his chest. It was really over. In that moment, he realised, he would never be whole again. And he was right.
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