𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁~𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗧𝘄𝗼𑁍

A/N~This was requested by StoriesxTeenWolf, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Mentions of death, suicide and pills.

Johnnie's POV

I couldn't believe she was gone. The love of my life, my everything, just gone like that. It felt like the world had come crashing down around me. I felt lost and numb, unable to comprehend the reality of what had happened.

After Y/N's suicide, I found myself at Colby and Sam's house with Jake by my side. We needed to tell them about what had happened, about how she was no longer with us. The mere thought of having to relive the pain all over again made my heart ache even more.

As we sat down on the couch, Jake motioned for Colby and Sam to take a seat opposite us. I took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to speak the words that I knew would shatter their world just as it had shattered mine.

"Guys, I...I don't know how to say this, but...Y/N...Y/N is gone," I finally managed to choke out the words, my voice barely above a whisper. "I found her on the bathroom floor, in a pool of blood and an empty pill bottle in her hand." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the events of the previous day, of how I had found her on the floor and called for help, only for the paramedics to arrive too late.

Colby's eyes widened in shock, his hand flying to cover his mouth as tears welled up in his eyes.

"N-no...not her. She can't be gone, tell me this is some sick joke...my little sister," he choked out, his voice breaking with emotion.

Colby broke down, his sobs echoing through the room. I felt a lump form in my throat, the weight of the grief crushing me as I watched him crumble before my eyes. Sam was also visibly shaken, his eyes brimming with unshed tears as he tried to process the news.

"When...what..." Sam spoke as he also tried to process the news. "Yesterday night, me and Jake came home, and I found her pale on the floor." I replied, the image of Y/N on the floor pale and in a pool of blood will be forever carved into my mind.

We all wrapped our arms around each other, seeking solace in the midst of our shared pain. It was a heartbreaking moment, but one that brought us closer together as we navigated the raw emotions that threatened to consume us.

After a while, we sat back down, reminiscing about all the funny moments we had shared with her. We looked at ridiculous photos of her, captured in the most random and spontaneous moments. Her laughter echoed in my ears, her smile lighting up the room even in your absence.

"I remember that time when Y/N accidentally dyed her hair pink instead of purple," Sam chuckled, a hint of sadness in his voice. "We spent hours trying to fix it, but in the end, she rocked it better than anyone else could."

Colby smiled through his tears, recalling the time Y/N had convinced him to go on that ridiculous rollercoaster that he was terrified of. "Y/N laughed the entire time, while I was clinging onto her for dear life," he chuckled, the memory bringing a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.

I felt a sense of warmth wash over me, knowing that we were honoring her memory in the best way we knew how. We shared stories, laughed through tears, and clung to each other for comfort in the midst of our shared grief.

As the night wore on, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. I knew that she was watching over us, her spirit intertwining with ours in a bond that death could never be broken.

"I miss you, sweetheart," I whispered into the night, my heart heavy with grief but filled with the knowledge that she would always be a part of me, no matter where life took us.