Thirteen for Cait
Thirteen, a Dalton imagine for Cait.
I apologize if this one is quite sad.
You gave me the necklace that used to hang around your mothers neck.
You were sitting on your boyfriend's old bed, with his head on your lap. His eyes were red, and puffy, which matched his entire face. He had been crying for quite a while, and you didn't know any other way to comfort him other than running your fingers through his hair, as he sobbed. Three weeks ago he had received the call. Three weeks ago the two of you booked plane flights to come to his home state. Three weeks ago the two of you went from planning your wedding to planning a funeral.
You remember the day you had received the call, he was out with the boys, and you were picking out the flowers for your wedding. They had called asking for him, but you had politely told them you'd give him the message. Though the message you had to pass on was a lot more heart breaking than expected. His mother was killed in a car accident, and died on impact. A drunk driver had hit her, and the impact was so hard, it flipped her car over. He hadn't been exactly the same since the day he was told his mother was killed. He was always so sad, he never smiled anymore.
Today was by far the worst of them all. Today had been the day of her funeral. Dalton was given a simple silver chain, with a star charm hanging at the end. Dalton had bought the necklace for her when he was fifteen and had gotten his first paycheck. He gave it to her for mother's day, and she had given it back to him. You had noticed how he kept playing with it as he slowly calmed himself down.
"Y/N?" He croaked, his voice scratchy from the sobbing.
"Yes, sweetheart." You said softly, afraid he'd burst into tears again.
"I want you to have this." He told you, sitting up, and turning to face you. He was extending the silver chain necklace towards you.
"Dalton. sweetheart, I can't accept this." You try and protest, but he is already locking it around your neck.
"It belongs there now."
