Shawn Mendes Imagines

Dear Y/N

Aaliyah POV

I walked into Shawn's room like usual. He was not sleeping. Just staring. At the ceiling.

"Shawn..." I said. But got no reply. "Mom made your favorite again. Omelets. I made the orange juice," I walked to the side of the bed and set the plate down. Even though he would only eat a bite at most. He would end up throwing up though. He was slowly losing pounds. His skin was palely. He was slowly dying.

Just like Y/N.

I was really scared for him. She died a week ago. And ever since he got the call it has been like this. Except for a major anger attack that involved me and going to the doctor. But I'm not scared of him. And I don't care about the bruise on my cheek. He needed me even if he was like in a coma. I wiped a tear that went down my cheek and walked out. The last peek of him broke me. I ran down the steps and out the door. I sat on the steps and started to cry. I missed her too! She was basically in our family. She came over for dinner all the time and she was always hanging out with Shawn and me if Shawn was nice enough to let me tag along. She even taught me how to skateboard. She was the kindest person I ever met. And now she is gone. Shawn was driving the car. They were going on a date. He was going to give her a promise ring. I know because he made me come with him to get it. It was beautiful. He spent two months worth of allowance. He put so much thought into it. Like everything he did. She was everything to him. She changed him. Before Y/N sure he was nice. But she made him happy. She made him have a sense of belonging. He told me how and where he was going to give it to her. But on the way, a drunk driver was driving. Didn't even see Shawn's car. And blasted into the passenger side. Shawn. Lived. Only two bruised ribs and stitches in a few places. But Y/N died in the ambulance. I sat thinking for a while before I decided to go grab the dishes from Shawn's room. I walked up. Shawn was in the bathroom. He would go to the bathroom, then to bed. But at least he got up every few hours. I walked in to grab the dishes when a thing caught my eye.

Letters.

I, being the noisy person I am, took a look.

Dear Y/N

I am the cause of your death.

I am so sorry

I have no words. I tried to tell my sister thank you for bringing me food and taking care of me. But how can I talk when I took your right to? How can I go outside and be with friends when I took you away from your friends? How can I live if I'm the reason you can't? You were everything to me. The thing is. When you left, you didn't take my life with you. But you took my soul. You took my sense of happiness and love. But don't feel bad. You didn't mean to. But I locked myself to you. 17 is to young to fall in love they say. But I didn't fall in love. I gave my love. I needed you. Now you're gone. Your hoodie is still here. The one you left from when we went out in the rain and you fell in the mud and we had to wash it twice to get the stains out. Your perfume is still all over my house. Because I hated it. And you loved it. So you drowned yourself in it. The poster board is still on my wall. The one with a million pictures of us you put up so I would wake up to see my amazing girlfriend. I would give anything to wake up next to you again. I would give anything to see you. The drunk driver is going to jail for one murder. But the thing is. He took two lives. Y/N I miss you. I love you. I wish I could tell you that again. And kiss you and love you. Just you. You can hate me. Hit me and say rude things. I wouldn't care. It would be you. And I don't know what I'm going to do without you.

-Shawn

I was crying. And I looked to see more. But then I felt a push. And I fell to the ground. I looked up to see a angry Shawn. My eyes widened. He hid the letters under his bed then walked up to me.

"Shawn calm down I'm sorry. Just talk to me. I'm your sister. Please just I want to be there for you. You're my only brother and you need me I know. I need you too Shawn please!" I pleaded aa he raised his hand. I flinched away. Flashbacks of him getting angry just a week ago came to mind. He was drugged though. That wasn't him. Or maybe it was. He is going to hit me. I braced myself. But then he stopped. He looked at his hand. Then me. And then something click. And he crumbled down and started to cry. My eyes widened and I sat.

"I'm here. I promise," I hugged him. "It's okay. This isn't you. You will be okay," I said. He hugged me back. He nodded. And I sat there for a couple hours until he calmed down. I realized sooner or later he would be okay.

20 years later

He didn't speak. Until 7 years ago. He didn't until he met my daughter. He still hasn't dated. And he probably will never. But he loves my daughter. I named her the name Y/N wanted to name her child. He Still cried sometimes when he saw crashes on the news. But over all. He was happier. He would never move on. But he found himself again. He got his letters he wrote and made them into a story. Its published. And its called Dear Y/N.

A/N

Honestly I'm almost in tears. And this should be a freaking movie tbh. Not gonna lie. I would watch it. Like a lot. Anyways hit that star I appreciate it. Bye