What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

Black

Everyone is in their best black clothing, black shoes, and best blue faces.

Patrick's father had been buried under the ground together with the sad roses and bitter tears. Many people cried including you but not Patrick.

He just stood there the whole time with a stoic expression on face. His jaw has been throbbing meaning he's swallowing his tears down his throat — all the emotions that he doesn't want anybody to see, he hides and swallows hard on those.

Everyone starts to disperse, making their way into their cars and drove their way out of the dead man's place.

His father's death isn't the only thing that's painful to you. Seeing him with someone who doesn't even love him in the slightest bit makes you want to fight for him a little harder than what you're doing now.

You're not here to get him back. That's selfish and inconsiderate. You just want to let him know that even if he ripped your heart apart and left you bleeding, confused, and hurt on the ground, you're still there for him no matter what. Even if he becomes his own worst fear, you'll still be there to cradle him in your arms. That's how badly you love him. That's how much of a fool you are when it comes to him.

His girlfriend gave him the best consoling face as she engulfs him in a hug. You're still standing across them and glancing at his father's grave. If his father were still here, he'd rip that girl off from Patrick and bathe him in holy water mixed with an alcohol.

"Are you alright, babe?" You heard the girl asked him softly.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. What kind of question is that? Who the fuck asks that kind of question in somebody's burial?

I'm gonna fucking rip your face and ask you if you're fine you thought while still glaring at the girl as a small amount of rage flowed into your veins.

You wanted to call him out and take him to the place where the two of you always finds your peace of mind. You could actually make a run for it and drag Patrick with you. That would be a desperate act.

He doesn't love you anymore. But so what? That doesn't stop you from caring about him until you drop dead.

You saw Patrick excused himself from his girlfriend and made his way into the farthest place his feet could taken him. You found him sitting by the edge of cliff where the raging waves of the ocean hits the huge rocks can be seen from the top.

You could see he's crying now. Sounds of great despair rips out of his throat as he roughly grabs his hair.

So you walk up to him and stood behind him.

You're not going to talk. You'll just wait until he's aware of your presence. It still hurts you to see him this broken and sad.

Patrick's POV || 1st person

I know my tears will not bring my father back to life. I know my father would not be impressed with me crying over him. I know that I couldn't do anything about it but to accept that he's really gone. And I know that there were only three persons who loved me truly: my mother, my father, and Y/N.

I saw her at the burial with tears streaming down her face. Grief, despair, and sadness are extremely evident in her eyes and face. I know that my father provided her the fatherly love that she never had throughout her existence which made the two of them close together. Which also brought the two of us closer together.