Jenna Ortega Imagines ✔️

Her

(A/N: shit- this had me in tears)

Jenna's POV:

With a shaky breath, I stepped up to the podium, my heart aching as I inhaled deeply for a moment. With one final encouraging look from my best friend, Mikey, I grabbed the mic. "Hi, I'm Jenna Y/L/N." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I am Y/N's wife, and I uh- I don't really know what to say." I let out a wet chuckle, earning a lot of sympathetic looks. "She was just the most amazing wife anyone could ever ask for. She would make me breakfast every morning; whether we were mad at each other or not. She would jog with me when I went on my morning runs to make sure I was safe, she... uh," I stuttered over having trouble saying the word 'was'. "She is my biggest supporter ever and she is the reason I do anything. I would've never made it in the acting world without her."

Glancing off at the side — my mom was smiling through tears herself, Y/N was like a daughter to her, treated her like she was my wife since the day I introduced her to my family. She even called her daughter-in-law on purpose one time. I wiped mt tears and let out another breath. "My precious Y/N is one of the most amazing singers I've ever seen, she has the most angelic voice ever and I could just feel myself felt whenever I heard it. Y/N can light up a room with just her smile or presence, she found the good in every "bad" person, she treated me like royalty and always took care of me the way I did her." Sniffling, I continued my long speech, but I knew it touched many hearts who had to honor of knowing my wife. "I still remember the day she proposed; she took me out to the beach and we ate at a local taco truck. Then she took me to the beach right when the sun was setting, I turned around to see her on one knee with the most beautiful, emerald ring ever."

I choked on my own sob. "She uh-" I wiped the rapid tears that began falling. Mikey quickly stood from her chair — ready to comfort me at any moment. "Y/N had a way of inspiring others. H-Her music, it u-uplifted others in m-more ways than o-one. I knew the only reason she made music was because of her fans — she wanted them to relate to something their going t-through and I- she wanted to leave a legacy behind when she found out she had stage 3 of cancer. The day she told me it felt like my whole world came crashing down, my wife was stubborn and didn't want treatment since it would be inevitable. I couldn't push her but for me she took the treatment any way. And as she predicted, she reached stage 4 and found out she had 6 more months left to live. I uh-" Another sob. "She didn't want the media or her friends and family to know other than me, she wanted to enjoy the last months of her amazing life and career — carefree without anyone but me worrying about her. She made sure to spend times with all her friends individually and tell them how much she loved them. We would visit her family regularly after the diagnosis and continued to do so."

The tears slowly vanished as I found my steady voice. Closing my eyes for a moment, I exhaled slowly. "Y/N was loved by many, but I was the one who loved her way more than anyone else. My love..." I looked up at the sky. "You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I hope you're meeting all you're favorite dead celebrities up there." Everyone let out a wet chuckle alongside me at my slight joke. "I love you forever and ever, your legacy will carry on for generations, and I will never find anyone better than you. I'll never forget you." I walked down from the podium and walked over to where her casket was — it wasn't open since no one could bear to see her like that. But I opened it, earning a few gasps in surprise from people.

I admired my wife one last time: god she looked just as perfect as the day we met. Her makeup was done and her hair was beautifully put up, her face looked so relaxed and she wore the same dress — just tailored — from our first prom. "Descansa en pedazos, mi amor." I kissed her forehead longingly before closing her casket back up. I wanted no one else but me to see her before she was sent off into the ground.

I made my way over to Mikey who quickly searched my eyes. "Are you okay?"

I looked at her. "No." Her face dropped slightly. "But I'll manage, she's in a better place." I whispered to myself and looked back at the casket as Y/N's mom stepped up to the podium now.

Mikey wrapped her arm comfortingly around my shoulders. "She loved- no, loves you more than anything, Jenna. Don't forget that." She was right.

"Thank you." I laid my head on her shoulder and tuned out everyone else's speeches. I suddenly felt an unknown, ghostly presence beside me. I looked over to my right as Mikey pulled away to make her own speech. I couldn't see anything but I felt her. My beautiful Y/N.

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A/N:
I love making y'all cry🙃