Brady noon imagines🫶🏽

Hugs, kisses, and bandaids C.N

"And now a few words from Connor's girlfriend"

The pastor said motioning me to come on stage. I walked up to the pulpit. Standing behind it I glanced up from my notecards. I saw Connor's mom, dad, sister, and brother Brady, sitting in the first row of the church. My parents sitting right beside them. Glancing to others in the church. I saw all Connor's friends and family. Every single person had tears streaming down their cheeks. Looking back at Connor's mom she gave me a teary smile and nod telling me to go ahead. Still standing behind the pulpit I cleared my throat, holding back tears, I started speaking.

"I was 5 swinging on the swings at the park. Below me was 6 year old Connor and Brady. Brady was telling me to jump. "Come on y/n don't be a wussie it's not that far of a jump" Connor standing beside him telling him to shush "shut up Brady. Y/n you don't have to jump it's not gonna make you a wussie if you don't" but the word wussie had been used so many times that I had to prove myself. So I jumped. As I did, I fell. causing me to scrap my knees and hands on the wood chips. After getting bandaged up by our moms they had decided that we had spent enough time at the park. Standing on the sidewalk holding my mom's hand. Looking at Betsy noon. Her perfect twin boys holding each of her hands. Connor dropped the one he was holding. And ran over giving me a hug. "Goodbye y/n" he said walking back to his mom. Fast forward 3 years. I'm 8 Connor's 9. At the noons house I sat by the pool, swaying my legs back and forth in the water I watched Brady and Connor fight. Connor pushed Brady under winning the fight. But when Brady came back up his head hit Connor's chin causing it to start bleeding. Connor got out of the pool and I went inside getting a paper towel and a bandaid. I clean Connor's chin and then put a bandaid over it. "Thank you y/n" he said one I was done. 7 years later I'm 15 Connor's 16. We had finally admitted that fact that we liked each other and had just started dating. I stood at my kitchen counter cutting an apple. Connor sitting on the opposite side of me as we talked about his upcoming soccer game. One wrong turn of the knife I cut my thumb. Connor grabbed a wash cloth and a big bandaid. After getting cleaned up. Connor kissed my forehead. "I love you y/n" he smiled. Only 2 years later. I'm 17 Connor had just turned 18. Looking at my perfect Connor in that hospital bed, tubes going down his throat out of his mouth, and wires on all parts of his body. I realized that no matter how hard I hugged Connor he'd never hug back. It didn't matter how many times I kissed Connor's forehead he'd never smile at me and tell me he loved me ever again. And no amount of bandaids could make him better. And now 1 week later I stand here as Connor lays there. Both of us are 18 except next year I get to turn 19, and then 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, and so many other ages but Connor will forever be 18."

I looked up from my note cards that were now covered in tears to see everyone's faces. Almost every person in the room was now sobbing. I looked at Brady but he didn't look back at me. Brady looked at the ground. His mom tried to hug him but he pushed her off. Brady didn't wanna be hugged by anyone but Connor. But Connor would never hug him again. Connor would never hug any of us again.

I walked off the stage the pastor helping me down. I stopped and looked at connor. My connor. My sweet, perfect, precious, Connor. Laying in that casket. He didn't even look like himself.

After Connor's funeral and burial was over we all headed home. Instead of home I went to the noons.

I walked into Connor's room. Everything was the same as how he left it. His bed unmade, his Mac book and AirPods charging on his desk, the sweat pants he had taken off before he left the house that he didn't bother to put in his overflowing laundry basket. It didn't feel like Connor's room. He hadn't been in it in 4 weeks. 3 of those weeks he'd spent in the hospital fighting for his life. Even tho he won that fight with Brady in the pool, he couldn't win this fight. He lost.