vinnie hacker ~ imagines

𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥

touchy subject: depression, suicide.
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vinnie's pov:
i had to leave y/n 3 years ago for college. me and y/n had a weird relationship because we were best friends then we dated and broke up became best friends again and within that we were never upset in the relationship. honestly when we broke up we laughed. i still loved her in a more than best friends way but before i could say that i got into my dream college and left. i did say goodbye to her and didn't leave her broken-hearted i think. i lost contact with her after a while because she was kind of a distraction in my work. i regret it.

i did my 3 years in college and have a year off if i choose to go back in a year. i'm going back to y/n.
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i get off the plane and make my way home. i got home to my family said hello and whatever. "mom?" "yes vin" "does y/n still live down the street"
when i said y/n's name mom looked at my dad with a worried expression. "what? what's wrong?" "yes y/n still lives there" "oh good, i'll see you's later" "wait vi-" i walked out the door. i let out a huge sigh. the thought of y/n possibly not still living here was in the back of my mind.

maria's (vinnies mom) pov:
when vinnie asked about y/n. my heart dropped. i am friends with y/n's mom ans she's been telling me everything about y/n. ever since vinnie left y/n has been very upset and she now has depression. she never applied for any college after school. never really leaves the house and if she does she will always have her hood up and not show her face. i don't think she even speaks to anyone.

y/n's pov:
once vinnie left it killed me. he was like the only person there for me. i got diagnosed with depression 8 months after he left. i also started to sh. i don't think i can do this anymore. what if i just end it all?

with that i left the house.

vinnie's pov:
i walk towards her house and i see the door open. i slow down. the person was wearing loose jeans and a baggy hoodie with their hood up i couldn't see their face but i noticed the hoodie was one of mine. "Y/N!" i shouted. she looked up. i stood in front of her and she was looking down. i put my hand to her chin and lifted her face up. she had clearly been crying. she pushed my hand off and walked away. wtf. "what are you doing are you not happy to see me?" she continued walking "i came back for you" i grabbed her arm. she flinched and shouted "get the fuck off me" "what i-" "just leave me alone" she walked off again.

"no seriously what's your problem" i grabbed her arm more forcefully this time just so she couldn't get out of my grip. she screamed in agony. "y/n i- i'm sorry what did i-" then i realised theres a reason her wrists could be that sore. "lift up your sleeve" "no" "i said lift up your sleeve" she got a fright and slowly lifted her sleeve, i seen exactly what i didn't want to see. fresh cut$. tears came running from my eyes.

what if i did this?

i pulled her into a hug and we stayed there for hours.

couple months later:
y/n told me everything. she has slowly been getting better thankfully. i haven't got to told her i still love her yet but i plan on doing it today.

i set up a picnic and brought her too it she loves it. "y/n?" "yes my vincent" i love when she says my vincent 😊. "i *sigh* i love you" " and i love you too" she said smiling. "no i mean it i still love your more than friends. more than best friends." "me too".

then i kissed that beautiful specimen of a woman.

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i cringed re-reading this.