You Die

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A/N: That picture though. 😂
Well, enjoy the imagine!

It has been a month since the unexpected accident. You were driving to school when a truck hit the side of your car. When you were at the hospital, you were dead on arrival. You have been buried 2 weeks ago, all your closest friends and family were there except him. The love of your life. Mac. He couldn't stand to see such a beautiful girl be placed right beneath his feet. A few weeks since your burial has past. Then you saw him. Walking toward the stone writing placed on the ground "Here lies our angel Y/N Y/L/N/. Forever in our hearts. We love you." He couldn't see you but you could see him from the Heavens. Mac slowly bent down and placed the bouquet of red roses down. "Hi baby! I'm sorry I wasn't here when they... buried you." Mac said hesitantly trying to still believe if he was dreaming. "I couldn't see you being taken away from me. Y/N I really really miss you." He said almost in a whisper, a few tears falling. "I miss your beautiful face that I wake up too, I miss your laugh, your touch, and your kisses. Please princess come back!" Mac said sobbing continuously. You felt the need to show him you were there watching him, protecting him and loving him unconditionally. You were given the opportunity to make him feel your presence for the last time. You slowly walked up to the broken boy in front of you. You bent down to look at his face and placed your hand on his cheek which went right through him. You placed both your hands near his face to make him feel that you were there with him. " I love you." You said making him look up.

"I love you." Mac heard which made him look up. He knew it was the wind but he also knew that it was his princess. " I love you too." Mac whispered placing his hand on the engraved writing of your name.

Whatever Mac did, you were there watching from Heaven. When his time had come. You were there waiting for him and excited to be in the arms of your true love. Mac.

A/N: I cried while writing this. Feels man and I don't even know why.

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