Cube Smp Imagines/Preferences

Pokediger1 -Not a home without you

*warning something triggering is mentioned! be warned*

Y/n Pov.

i opened the front door for the first time since the accident. i'd stayed at my parents house afraid to stay alone in our house. i walked in the house and saw all our photos...we were smiling, happy. i hugged myself lightly as i looked at a photo of poke. i reached up and took it off the wall and placed it face down on the table. i sat down and lost my composure, the tears rolled down my face as i traced the frame.

Why didnt he tell me...

why? why is all ive been thinking for the last week and what ifs. why didnt he tell me how he was feeling, Why didnt he show me. i flipped the picture again, i looked at his face, tanned and smiling with joe. i remember what his face looked like when i found him.

pale, no emotion except his tear stained skin. the only thing showing he was alive was the blood surrounding him. spilling from his arms, the cuts he had made. i placed the photo down again as i got up. i started to head upstairs as a stair squeaked.

*flash back*

"I promise ill fix it, y/n" he laughed showing me his arms.

"im the best handy man you'll ever see"

*over*

i looked down at the stair before moving up, closer to the reality, closer to where he took his last breath. i walked to his office area, i saw his camera and microphone...nobody has touched his stuff since..

i walked over and sat in his chair, his scent lingering in the air. i remember painting this room with him, the paint in the carpet.

*flash back*

"Poke! stop flicking it me! we'll never get finished" i smiled and laughed. poke painted his hand and placed it on my face as he kissed me, leaving the print.

"i love you"

*over*

as i thought back, my hand has raised to where the paint had printed his hand on my face. my cheek had only got tears now. i dropped my hand, i went to stand when i bumped the desk causing the desktop to light up. his backdrop was Him, Joe and i when we went down to meet joe. i leaned down and shut his computer off.

biting my lip i walked closer to our bedroom, i turned the handle and the room was lined with police tape. the floor stained crimson with his blood, i felt lifeless remembering the scene play back in my head.

*flash back*

i opened the door and found poke laying in a pool of his own blood. i dropped to my knees and gripped his face with one hand while dialling a ambulance. the tears dripping down onto his face. i trailed down his arm to see the harm, i followed them to his hand holding a note.

'dear anyone.

Im sorry, i couldnt anymore but most of all i couldnt bare to see her lose her happiness.

y/n im sorry.

if your not her. dont tell her, please. i dont want to watch the smile fall off her face anymore. i wouldnt be able to take it. please make her feel loved, please make sure she stays safe. im sorry.

finally, my friend joe has a video for her... its nothing special, its not going to explain why. because thats something i never figured out myself. its a montage...its what would've been my proposal to her... please make sure she will be loved.

- poke, im sorry'

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
guys, if any of you are struggling with anything like this please talk to someone you trust, even me. 

stay safe!!

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