James Sunderland x reader imagine
warnings : angst, reader dying but it's a nightmare, gn
Imagine you are in a relationship with James, years after Mary, you don't know everything and he will never tell you, but you love him and he loves you too, that's what matters. You relationship is still quite new, but you grew fond of eachother as you met in Silent Hill (you delt with your own trauma there). Now you're in his bed, sleeping in his arms, all soft and warm, and he holds you.
After a while he feels cold, looks down at you, you seem asleep, but you're very limp. He shifts a little, looking down at you, holding out his hand to caress your cheek but he's startled by the coldness of it. He recoils, now calling your name to wake you up, removing his arms to shake you gently, but you don't respond. Your head lolls back, your skin is so so pale, your lips almost blue, James takes it all in. Your half lidded eyes are frozen in place, fixing nothing, he's terrified. Maybe your just sick he thinks at first, but he's violently panicking now, checking for a pulse at your neck but your heart doesn't beat anymore. James is sick, sick with himself, sick with the sight, this is a fucking nightmare. You died in his arms that night, when you were so alive and vibrant yesterday's evening in his living room. He can't even scream, he's just a poison he thinks, he doesn't deserve happiness, he taints everyone that approaches. He looks at you, how he ruined something so beautiful, delicate, someone who had loved him despite the monster he has become, he ruins everything.
As he panicks furthermore, not even able to scream nor move really, feeling himself sink into the very bed you layed on, he suddenly jolts awake.
Your warm hand is on his chest, sleeping against the monster he still is.
@teatimemols was inspired by u to write for James lol
