Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Tragedy

*Matt's POV*

I tighten my grip on Lily's hand as she looks over and smiles at me. I was driving us to our one year date tonight, and I was extremely nervous.

But Lily looked absolutely amazing. She wore a slick black dress that ended just above her knees. Her blonde streaked hair was in a side braid that was messy but beautiful.

She had red lipstick on and black heels. She looked absolutely gorgeous and I wanted all 100% percent of her, but we had things to do first.

"You look beautiful Lil" I say, bringing her hand up to my lips and kissing it.

Even in the dark I could see Lily blushing. "You look gorgeous too, Matt" Lily's cute and smooth voice speaks.

I look away from the road and over to her eyes. "It's been a great year, Lily."

She smiles over at me and then suddenly reaches her other hand out to my face and turns my chin towards the road again, making me chuckle.

"Be a behaved driver, Matt" Lily orders as her dimples pop out from her amused smile.

I keep my eyes on the road but also put my hand on Lily's face and squish her cheeks.

She speaks through her mushed mouth.

"Matthewwwww" she whines through her mushy mouth.

I laugh as I let go of her cheeks and then return my hand to hers.

Lily giggles and then leans over to me.

She kisses my lips, and I kiss back immediately.

Lily pulls away so I can drive but my eyes remain on her and her beautiful features.

"I love you Matt" she says, squeezing my hand.

I smile at the love of my life, but before I could say that I loved her back, a truck slammed into the side of my car.

And then everything went black...

* * *

"Here lies Lily Sadie Dean" preaches the pastor as we all stood at Lily's grave.

My family came, Lily's family obviously showed, and some of them were even glaring at me.

Especially Lily's brother, who accuses me of...killing Lily.

And I agree with him.

If I had just kept my eyes on the road, then she would still be alive.

And I wouldn't be so dead inside.

I killed her. I killed the love of my life.

I blurred out the whole funeral. I didn't want to hear the shit the pastor had to say about Lily.

He didn't know Lily. I didn't want to hear his sympathy about her. It would just equalize to my mom or dad giving me sympathetic looks wherever I go.

I refused to give a speech. I didn't want to share my feelings with everyone in the crowd. I just want to be alone with Lily's grave.

I never got a chance to give her my one-year gift, but I had her buried with it around her neck.

It was a heart locket with our initials engraved on the front, and now she could wear it.

But I just wish I could've been able to see her reaction to the gift.

I can picture her smiling, although.

Once the funeral is over, the first one to approach me is my oldest brother Dylan.

Dylan puts his hand on my shoulder as my eyes stay glued to Lily's grave stone. I refused to look away from it.