Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Mourning

A/N: reminds me of when my grandfather died of Cancer... Bye, my sad peanuts. Comment loved ones you've lost.

Y/N P.O.V.

I lay in my bed, feeling the pain on my heart. I heard Dylan entering in the room and closing the door. I closed my eyes, trying not to cry again, I was horrible.

"Y/N?"

"What?" I whispered.

"Do you want something? Water, coffee, anything?" I shake my head. "You didn't ate all day, baby."

"I'm not hungry. But thank you." I said softly.

He lies next to me and looks at me.

"You can cry if you want to. You lost someone."

I looked at his brown eyes and he gently kissed my forehead.

I lay my head on his chest and let the tears fall. Dylan hugs him.

"She helped me so much. I can't believe she's dead."

My tears started falling faster and Dylan kissed me.

"It's ok, sweetheart, I'm here with you. I'm not leaving. I'll stay right here for you."