*• Imagines •*

Sad; cth

Imagine you died a month ago, walking home alone from a party. A drunk driver ploughed into you and then drove away from the scene.

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"We never got to say a proper goodbye to her." Michael says.

"Don't you think I know that, Michael?" Calum exclaims, tears running down his face.

"Calum, I know Y/N meant a lot to you, but she's gone, you have to understand that." Luke says, moving closer to Calum. He wraps his arms around him and tries to calm him down.

"She was my world, I loved her. I just can't believe I'll never hear her voice again." Calum whimpers at the thought of you being gone forever. Your funeral was only days ago. Calum's eyes have been puffy and bloodshot ever since.

"We know, pal. We know." Ashton says.

"I should have been with her at the party. I could have walked home with her," Calum says. "I could have pushed her out of the way of the car!" He looks down, picturing you being alive. You thanking him for saving you from the drunk driver. "It's all my fault. She's still be alive if I wasn't so selfish!"

"No one is blaming you, Calum." Luke says.

"I'm blaming me. I'm the one who let her die." Calum says through tears.

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