Despondency - Thomas Sangster Imagine (Part 1)
Quick message. I wanted to try a different style of writing, that I’m obviously not going to be using for every imagine, but I wanted to know what you guys thought! I hope you enjoy :D (this is all written via texts, btw.)
9:15pm: Thomas: Won’t be long now, I am on my way. Can’t wait to see you and kiss your adorable face. Love you xxx
9:16pm: Y/N: Why does the airport have to be so far away?! ;_; Don’t be surprised if I cry my eyes out when I see you ;) Love you xox
9:36pm: Y/N: Are you almost here, babe? Dinner is almost ready, I’m sure you’re starving! Call me when you get close xx
9:56pm: Y/N: Thomas? You there? It’s been a while, dinner is getting cold. xxx
10:03pm: Y/N: Hello?? Thomas, I’m starting to freak out. Every time I call, it goes straight to voicemail. Please answer. xxx
7:04am: Y/N: They came to my house this morning, told me about what happened. I rushed to the hospital immediately, wanting nothing more than to see you. I can’t stop the tears from falling onto the phone screen, this can’t be true. My hands are shaking, I feel numb.
7:06am: Y/N: I am sitting here, your face looks so pale and drained of life. Scars and bruises completely covered your body, and you have several casts placed on various places. I am holding your hand with one of mine, the other shakily typing this message. You haven’t woken up. My heart is breaking. Please, Thomas, please, just wake up.
7:07am: Y/N: Please wake up.
6:46am: Y/N: I stayed with you all day yesterday, and all night last night. You still haven’t woken. Please Thomas, I need you. I can’t do this without you.
1:07pm: Y/N: A doctor came in today. She told me that the injuries that you had suffered were fatal, and that there was nothing more they could do. I began crying, hysterically. I think I even started screaming, I can barely even remember. I feel numb. Your eyes are closed, the bruises and scratches on your face make you barely recognisable.
1:08pm: Y/N: They also told me that it had been caused by some asshole drunk driver, that HE was the reason behind this entire mess. He is in a coma. I hope he never wakes up.
4:12am: Y/N: You passed away while I held your hand at exactly 12:05 am this morning. You barely even showed any signs that you had left, I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for the beep of the machine. I am shaking, I can’t even cry. I don’t know what to do, I feel absolutely empty without you. You are my life, Thomas. Please just let this all be a stupid dream.
6:08pm Y/N: I haven’t left the house since I got back yesterday. I haven’t even managed to clean up the dinner that I made for us on the night it happened. It’s disgusting; I’m disgusting. I’ve been wearing your shirt all day, it still smells like you.
6:11pm: Y/N: Please.
March 24th, 2015.
5:25pm: Y/N: The funeral was today. I spoke for you. I didn’t cry. I wanted to.
5:26pm: Y/N: I didn’t want to see you in your coffin. I want to always remember you by the smiling, beautiful, man, that I fell in love with. No one can ever take that memory away from me.
1:09pm: Y/N: I threw up today. I didn’t know why to begin with, but I soon enough thought of one particular reason. I don’t think it’s possible, but I am at least going to try. I am going to take a pregnancy test.
3:04pm: Y/N: I took three of them, and they all came back positive. I can’t believe it, you were going to be a father, Thomas! You were going to be a father, and some asshole took that away from you. I miss you so much.
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