It's been a long day at work and you've been waiting all day just to relax.
You do your regular thing when you get home. Put your coat up, turn on some lights, fix the picture of you and your dead boyfriend because it always gets crooked. But what's weird is that this time it wasn't crooked.
You hum to yourself.
You go on the kitchen to fix up some dinner.
"You've kept the pictures of us."
You shriek at the sudden, familiar voice. "Who's there?!"
You look behind you and it's your dead boyfriend...sitting on the couch.
"Y/N." he stands up quickly.
"Get away from me!" You yell hysterically. You throw the closest thing near you which happened to be a huge piece of cheese.
"Just let me explain-"
"Get out, get out! I don't have anything valuable just get the hell out!" You begin throwing more stuff, but he continues to dodge them.
"Y/N listen to me! It's me!" his hands gravitate to his chest.
You slow down and steady your breathing. "Oh Lord, I didn't do anything to deserve this! I'm seeing ghosts!" Tears start to roll down your face.
"It's Lucky, Y/N. I'm not a ghost. I've always been alive!" he blurts quickly before you throw something else.
"Wait what?" You're heartbroken.
"I know but I'm back! Aren't you glad?" Lucky's arms open up for a hug.
You slowly approach him and nod. Transitioning with a sudden slap to his face. "No I'm not glad!" you scream angrily.
"What? You're mad?" he holds his cheek in pain.
"Of course I'm mad! You ate all my cereal and faked your death for three years!" you refer to the empty cereal box on the counter.
Lucky sighs, "I can explain it all later, but right now I just need to be with you."
You shake your head, "You think you can just show up out of nowhere? Sorry Lucky that's not how things work."
His face saddens, "You saying you're over me."
You groan, "No, that's the thing! I've been grieving ever since you left." you stop speaking because there's a lump in your throat.
"I'm really sorry, Y/N. If it makes a difference I've missed you just as much. I had no idea how you were or where you were."
You turn your back to him. This is unbelievable. He's alive!
"I understand if you never want to see me again. I just needed to see your face one last time."
Those words is what you've been longing to hear for what seems like forever.
You take a deep breath, "Yes." you turn around before he could walk out. "I still have every picture of us..framed and all."
He grins in excitement. "My have I missed you.."
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Komorebi
FanfictionLucky Blue Smith Imagines UPDATE: Pretty dramatic, some are better than others, but I will say they have quite the fresh perspective. Which I'm sure someone will be spontaneously inspired by.