Eddie Munson imagines

august - imagine

You tasted the salty air as you walked up to the rusted door of Eddie's trailer, you felt like all you needed was him. You walked in to try and find him and he was sitting on his bed playing with his guitar.

"Hey Ed's," you smile, walking to him and sitting on his bed.

"Hey sweetheart," he says back.

You sigh and rest your head on Eddie's shoulder.

"Everything okay?" He asks.

"Mhm," you murmur.

Eddie puts his guitar back on the wall and turns to you with a sympathetic look on his face. Without question he kisses you. Eddie pushes you back onto the bed grinning as he stares at you.

"Are you sure?" He whispers.

"Never have I ever before," you reply to him.

You could see each other lost in the memory, you felt like August slipped away in a moment in time.

You could see each other twisted in bed sheets as you lay next to him, arms around each other holding close together. Eddie's back was beneath the sun, you wished you could write your name on it.

"I'll call you when I'm back at school," Eddie said, getting dressed in his Hellfire t-shirt.

"Okay," you smile.

You felt like you really had Eddie, close to you.

"After school, meet me behind the mall," Eddie said again.

"Always," you whisper.

Back when you were still changing for the better, wanting was enough, for you it was enough. To live for the hope of it all, you'd cancel your plans just in case he'd call, and say "meet me behind the mall," so much for summer love because he wasn't yours to lose.

Eddie pulled up to your place.

"Get in the car," he said with a smile on his face.

But was it for the hope of it all? Because it was all a dream.

You wake up, remembering the good times that you had with Eddie, you turn to see if he was magically laying next to you, but he wasn't. He wasn't.

He was gone and you couldn't have saved him.

Word count - 419

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Yeah so this is a sad one. I based this one off from a Taylor Swift song called August. If you guys heard that song before then this imagine will be familiar to you. I don't know what's up with me and the sad stories but I just like writing them. Maybe the next one will be a happy one to make up for this one.