Freddie Mercury imagines

Who wants to live forever part 2

THAT PICTURE IS SO FUCKING HEARTBREAKING (Sobs)

Well, here's a part two of who wants to live forever because A, it was requested and B, I love to torture y'all. 😈😏

I'm just going to put it out there that I'm not going to assume what happens when you die. If this chapter goes against your religion or offends you, then please take the time to skip this chapter as I do not want to make assumptions about some of your personal beliefs.

I know I'm gonna cry while writing this, so if you think you will as well then don't hesitate to bring your tissues. 

Enjoy.

1995

"What do you think, Y/N?" 

Your breath came out in a string of coughs as you looked up at Brian.

"S-Sounds good." You replied quietly.

You knew you didn't have much time left. One more day at most, maybe two if you were lucky.

You had bravely battled aids for five years, but your journey was coming to an end.

Four years ago, you lost your husband to the same disease.

And now, you were heading down the same road.

Queen had recorded an album called Made In Heaven before Freddie died, but they didn't plan to release it until a few weeks ago.

They wanted to check with you first to make sure you were okay with it, which you were.

You weakly looked up at the members of the band.

Brian was looking at you with concern and sorrow in his eyes, Roger was trying not to let his emotion show and John was looking at the floor like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

"It's r-really good g-guys," You coughed out, trying not to let yourself sound so vulnerable.

They nodded somberly, and the atmosphere was just as melancholy as it was the day Freddie died.

"Okay, good. See you soon." Roger said softly.

"N-No, don't (Cough) leave." You huffed, hating the feeling of being pitied. 

Freddie didn't want to see people feeling upset about his condition, and neither did you. 

You tried to sit up which resulted in more violent coughing as your body shook.

"Save your strength Y/N, we'll come back tomorrow to see you." Brian shook his head, gently giving you a hug goodbye. 

You watched as the three musicians left the room, leaving you.

Brian's voice echoed in your mind.

"We'll come back tomorrow to see you."

Tomorrow. 

Would you even make it to tomorrow? You weren't sure.

You sneezed weakly into your arm, the color from your face draining as you saw specs of blood. 

You wondered what would happen once you were gone. To the band, to the cats, to your friends and family.

How would they move on? 

You missed Freddie. More than anything, you missed your husband.

You missed his smile, his laugh, his affectionate nicknames for you, him telling you he loved you. 

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You were surprised to find that you had the strength to open your eyes the next morning.