writers really will spend twenty minutes pacing around the kitchen thinking “this scene is genius” and then sit down to type and suddenly remember approximately three words and one emotional vibe
I had 7 different drafts for this final part. But I ultimately decided to not do a time jump. Enjoy some angst!
Yandere Imagine: 1920s Husband Vs 1950s Husband
Yandere 1920s husband vs Yandere 1950s Husband
Yandere 1950s Husband who is so thrilled that you dote on his every need. His original wife hadn’t since she developed ‘housewife syndrome’ and became a pill head. James had such a hard time trying to get his old wife to do anything but lie in bed so you were so much better!
Yandere 1950s husband who brags to his coworkers about you which makes some of them turn green with envy. Their own wives were either old or lame in their ways. It made him feel superior to them since, you, James’s lovely spouse, made his work day to day life that much more pleasant. Gosh he adored you! A shame he bragged a little too close to the senior attorney’s office… grumpy, old Christopher Nolan.
Christopher Nolan was a dull man who had onto a single picture of a young woman smiling on his desk. He never went out with the other lawyers and worked himself half to death. There were rumors he fell into a dark depression when his wife died. He was about to turn 52 soon and never remarried… it was odd to his peers.
Yandere 1920s husband paused when James babbled about you, and he felt his heart clench when he heard your name… that couldn’t be possible, right? There was no way you were still alive… you died in his arms all those years ago in the sterile hospital.
Yandere 1920’s husband approached James Prescott’s desk once everyone else left. His pale hand scooped up the photograph… his blue eyes widened at the sight of your brilliant, familiar smile. The tears fell as his fingers gently touched your face, the glass of the frame was cold so it allowed him to know that this was indeed real life. You were alive but thirty years younger… would you know who he was if he went to you? Would you let him give you the love you deserved more than the oxygen in his lungs? Christopher closed his eyes as he let out a shaky sigh. This might be a second chance… a chance for you to forgive him.
Yandere 1920s husband who invited Yandere 1950s husband and you over for dinner one night. He hired a cleaner to deep clean his home and hired a chef to prepare all of your old, favorite dishes. Christopher had to be sure before he made a move. He needed to make sure it was you.
Christopher’s eyes lit up when he saw you. You looked as beautiful as the day he lost you. Before you tumbled down those steps and you never woke up… and he saw the way your eyes widened when you saw him. He knew he had so many grays now and likes on his forehead from furrowing his brow. But it was him… it was your Kit.
Yandere 1920s husband who tried not to make you uncomfortable as he pulled out your chair before your husband could. He made sure to serve you your meal first before his own… his blue eyes hopeful as he admired your youthful appearance. James felt so odd around his senior now… he’s never seen the middle aged man express so much adoration for anyone…
“Do you need anything else, poppet?” Christopher asked you as you gave him a polite smile and gently told him no.
The dinner was uncomfortable… and it dragged on. James and you felt so awkward. Especially because this was your husband in your last life…
That was when it began to rain, so your beloved James went outside to start the car and bring it up to the door for you. Leaving you with Christopher…
Yandere 1920’s husband was quick to hug you the moment James was out the door. The older man shook as he felt himself break down. His Roman nose was buried in the crook of your neck while his arms were like the coils of a snake.
“I missed you… I missed you so much, poppet. Why didn’t you come back home? I fixed the steps. I redid the entire house the way you wanted and I promise I’ll buy you flowers and dance with you everyday.” He quietly muttered into your neck. “I’m so old now… and you’re so young and beautiful. It’s unfair.”
You frowned as you pulled back to stare at the man who had been your entire universe in your last life. The one who failed to give you the warmth and love that James gave without hesitation. Christopher did look old now. Old and miserable, but he was no longer your lifeline… so you crushed his hopes of reconciliation.
“I’m sorry, mister. I don’t think we’ve met.” You smiled as you gently pulled back to give a proper space between the two of you. “But I’m sure your ex wife would have loved to know you loved her so much.”
You left Christopher standing in the doorway of your old life together. The cold manor that never quite felt like a home. Your eyes held a sadness in them as you gave him a small smile once you were about to get into James’s car.
