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Brad imagines for all of you ❤
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I remember the day I was told that my cancer was terminal. It's a weird thing, being told that you're dying. I mean, you're dying everyday, but there's something about being told that you're actually dying that just hits you, it puts life into perspective, and in my last few months, I've tried to live my life as much as possible. I wouldn't have been able to do that without Brad, I met him at a support group, he too had been suffering with cancer, but he survived, he was getting better, and I envied him for this.
Brad was part of a band, he played guitar and he was pretty good. In my last few months, we've been to concerts, festivals, gigs and we even traveled to New York, spending New Year in Times Square. At least my last New Year's Eve went out with a bang.
Currently, I'm in a hospice, people call it a care unit, but I know this is where you come when it's time to bid the world goodbye. Gradually, throughout the past few weeks, I was getting weaker, my health was deteriorating and even though the doctors tried to keep me positive, I heard them tell my mother that I didn't have long left.
"Hi Brad." You heard your mum say.
"Hey! How's she doing?"
"Erm...she's sleeping, can we have a talk?"
I heard them walk to the other side of the room, I was becoming an expert at this; fake sleeping. People should do it more often, they find out secrets about themselves that never would have known.
"The Doctors don't think she's going to make it through the night Brad..."
Hearing your mum cry was the worst sound, and it was all my fault, but there was nothing I could do to apologise. I was too weak. I then heard Brad's cries and I slowly squinted my eyes to see them in an embrace. Why couldn't God hurry up and take me? I wanted this pain to be over, more for them than for myself.
Fluttering my eyes open, I saw Brad sat on the chair next to me with his guitar in his hand, strumming softly. Mum said he came here and did this regularly. I never understood why, but it was nice to know that there was always someone there.
"Hello beautiful." He smiled, kissing me softly on the head. I tried to reply, but the words failed to spill from my mouth.
"Shh, Shh, Shh, you go back to sleep darling." He smiled stroking my hair Smiling at him, I put my head back on the pillow.
"Brad." I stammered
"Yes?" "Thank you."
"What for?"
"Everything. I hope you have a happy life, I hope you find the perfect girl, I hope your band has world domination, I hope you are happy."
"(Y/N)..."
"Brad, they don't think I'm going to make it, but as much as my mum will try to send you away, please stay, I want you here with me in my final seconds."
"I.." "Please?" "Okay."
"I promise to look down on you, I'll protect you."
He placed his guitar down and rested it against the wall, sitting on top of the covers, he held me in his warm embrace, but I could feel the sense of shock in him as to how weak I actually was.
"You'll be my little guardian angel." he smiled, kissing my head.
I let out a breath, and closed my eyes. It was time. Hearing my mum come into the room, and feeling her soft hand clasp onto mine, I knew it was time to let go. Following the light that was blinding, and taking the hand of the angel in front of me, I bid the world and my family goodbye.
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A/N:
Imagines like this never fails to make me cry.. Have you?
