YOUTUBER IMAGINES/STORIES

BAYLEN ~ Bittersweet.

Baylen was never a big crier. He cried if he needed to, but never around people. He felt better doing it alone, where he could collect himself to be the happy person he is. He hadn't seen you in a while, so he needed to calm down before seeing you for the first time in 4 years.

"Hey beautiful," he started. He looked at you, yet you refused to look back. He moved his head to look back at the mixture of green and yellow grass. "Nice day, huh? I know you love it. The sun is out, it's refreshing." He started tearing up before continuing, "I got you these flowers. Tulips. Your favorite.. Y'know, I don't know what I would do without you. You really made me the person I am. The one you loved."

A tear slowly glided down his cheek. He tested his hand on the cold stone, to which he flinched at the feeling. He set the flowers down and reached into his pocket. "Look at this. It's uh, it's us.. This was the week after your birthday. I took you out to eat and you were crying because you burned your tongue. Good times." He looked back up at you and traced his eyes around each letter, stopping at your name. He removed his hand from your gravestone, startled by the scratch the chipped stone.

Baylen sobbed quietly. He gently wiped his tears and took in the aroma.

He felt something unusually cold on his shoulders. He looked up at the sky, and all around him. A bright sun, the sharp grass and flowers all around him. Wind blowing to his right, he felt at ease.

The feeling, crying while talking to you, his favorite person ever, while enjoying the spring weather.

He couldn't help it. It was weird. He felt bad, and relaxed. It was strangely...

Bittersweet.

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This is my first angst ever but I thought I should give it a try.. lemme know if it's good??

ALSO HELP I BROKE MY HEADPHONES AND I GOTTA LEAVE IN LIKE 5 DAYS WHAT DO I DO