Magcon Imagines

Matt Imagine-Alternate ending

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I'll never forgive myself for forgetting Matt of all people. I don't know how but I remembered him, but I'm not allowed to see him for a while because that's what my mom thinks is best. Clearly she doesn't think very much cause I love him to the point beyond comprehension.

Thoughts build up so I decided to go take a walk to clear my mind. I passed by 'our park' and couldn't help myself. I just sat on the swing for a while when I heard a car drive up and a person run over to me. To my astonishment it was matts mom. "Y/N!!" She was very obviously freaking out so I tried to get information so I could help. Finally she spoke, "Its Matt I don't know where he is I've been looking everywhere, do you have any idea?" Just then I heard a high pitched screaming.

I awoke again..the nightmare always seemed to leave off there. Not that I would like to find out what the screaming was, but I have a pretty good idea of what it could be. this is the 2nd time this week I've woke up crying from the recurring nightmare and it's only Wednesday. To this day I don't know who 'Matt' is or why I always have dreams about him, but it's been happening for about a year now. My mom and doctor said he was an old friend of mine that was lost, but I've never been too clear on what kind of lost they meant.

Today I decided to ask my mom about it, nervous for her reply. "Hey mom who exactly was Matt?" She sighed and thought for a moment before speaking.."He was a good friend that died a year ago today..after you had your accident he freaked out and ran out of the hospital and was hit by a car. the impact immediately took his life."
I didn't know what to say, I felt responsible for his death and the guilt began..the strange part is I don't even remember knowing him. "Well I'll go to his grave." And so I did, I walked right out, leaving my mom speechless in the kitchen.

When I got there and found his grave I saw old pictures and flowers. One picture caught my attention, it was me on his back.

I cried. Yes I cried for a man that I didn't even know. And I cried because it was then that I remembered him. It was then and it was too late...so yes I cried.