Chandler Riggs//Carl Grimes IMAGINES

~Chandler~ (pt.2)

Previously:

Rain drops rapidly thunder against their landing surface. The sky lights up every few moments due to the lightening. The thunder rumbles louder with every strike, you are even able to feel it in your chest.

*

"I don't think it's safe, y/n/n." She says.

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I'll call you when I get home. Have fun on your honey moon!" You smile, giving Rachel a quick hug before leaving.

*

"Is this chandler riggs?" A deep mans voice ask.

"Oh, Yes, may I ask who is calling?" I question.

"This is officer Samuels. Do you know a y/f/n?"

"Yeah, that is my fiancé."

"I'm terribly sorry sir, she was killed last night in a car accident. She collided head on with another vehicle on the interstate. The impact killed her instantly."

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How can this happen?
How can this be?
There's no ending
There's no peace
The darkness is so close
The lights will quickly go
And now it's all gone
Now it's all gone

The Darkness keeps its grip
How'd it come to this?
How'd it come to this?
How'd it come to this?
Will you hear me when I speak?
Do you feel the pain, with me?
I tried to be so strong
I thought that hope would come
But you're not here

Darkness keeps its grip
How'd it come to this?
Please come back
To me
Darkness keeps its grip
How'd it come to this?
How'd it come to this?
How'd it come to this?

(come to this: natalie taylor)

***3 months later***

Light grey room. A king size bed centered by a large window. Two wooden bed side tables, each carrying a lamp. There is a water ring stain on her table from the glass of water that has since evaporated. The ceiling fan has five blades, one of them has a chip on the side from when she jammed the broom into it by accident while dancing to music and cleaning. The white closet door is slightly ajar and has been for weeks, all her clothes sit just as she left them; some on hangers, some tossed on the floor. Two dressers. Her dark wooden one is covered in dust. The flower that was in the vase died a month ago. The brown decaying petals fell onto the dresser. A small stereo on top with an aux cord dangling. It only moves when the wind sways it. A black desk in the corner of the room. A few of her favorite books are stacked in the corner. A macbook is centered and remains open and has since she left. The laptop has been plugged into the charger, draining a lot of power but he doesn't care. The computer still has a few windows open. A ticket website for the concert they were supposed to attend that summer, her spotify playlist and youtube on her favorite channel. A few sticky notes are stuck to the desk with little notes she would leave for him before he would use the laptop. Most of the time they said cute little messages and occasionally they would say other things. A chip in the paint on the wall opposite the window from when she tried to kill a spider with a vacuum.

And the ugliest part of the room, the fact that there are all different types of alcohol bottles strewn around. Empty bear bottles, vodka and tequila bottles and many more. He believed it was the only way to numb the pain and now it's too late to go back. He is numb sober and drunk. But at least when he is drunk, his mind wonders and he forgets for a while.

He had memorized every single detail of their bedroom. He didn't leave the room often, unless it was to eat or use the bathroom. He stayed in the room so long, he had convinced himself that the outside world wasn't out there anymore.