Unimaginable Imagines for the Unshippable Ships

And Please Don't Let Me Go (Melanie Martinez x Dan Howell)

"Hair half and half
Hair black and blue
I love it when you laugh
I love loving you..."

Everything was quiet. The silence was so unbearable you could have easily cut it with a knife. I hated silence, yet I was always stuck with it. Stuck having to hear myself and my thoughts that never seemed to be any good. The ones that were good, however, were always about Melanie. I glanced over my left shoulder, watching intently as she worked on her history paper. Ms. Miller was crazy to make us write a two page essay on the history of the great depression. I'm already depressed as it is, why would I want to write a paper about how people suffered from lack of business which ultimately resulted in poverty and death?

Melanie sighed in frustration and put her pencil down, rubbing her hand in the process. She had always gotten cramps, especially when writing. I guess she got it from playing guitar so much. I saw her outside of school one day when I was passing by her house. After that I just kept visiting. Not in a creepy stalkerish way. I would just pass by once or twice, or stand behind a nearby tree just wanting to hear her voice. Ok, so maybe I developed a bit of a psychopathic tendency. Honestly though, who hasn't at this point?

She rested her head against her hand and glanced out the window. She looked, and sighed. This time in admiration. Her eyes drifting upwards towards the endless blue sky. She had always seen the beauty in everything. Even the old withered oak tree that sat behind this prison like school. She smiled, God I loved it when she smiled, and went back to work.

"Mr. Howell!" I heard Mrs. Miller yell from the front of the class. I quickly turned my attention to her, "Why aren't you working?" She asked in an evidently angry tone.

"I-I was doing my work I was just..." My voice trailed off as I shrank farther and farther into my seat. I never was good at lying. She walked over to my desk scanning it for something that didn't qualify as work. Just as she was about to walk away she noticed the journal I had hidden under my textbook.

"What is that?" She asked.

"It's n-nothing really..." I replied, hoping she wouldn't think to much of it.

Unfortunately for me and my terrible anxiety, she grabbed the black worn out journal from under my book and flipped it open.

"Ah, I see. Writing love poems, are we?" I looked up at her in horror, praying she wouldn't read it.

"Hair half and half
Hair black and blue
I love it when you laugh
I love loving you

You see the beauty in everything
Even when there's nothing there
When you speak I hear the angels sing
And I feel you in the air

You don't know that I exist
But that's okay with me
Melanie, I love you
You are my everything..."

I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white. How could she do that? How could she read something so personal to the entire class?

"Oh, Dan. How sweet of you to write a poem for Melanie." She said with venom in her words. The class bursted into laughter. She smirked at me and glanced at someone behind me. I followed her eyes to find a wide eyed, and slightly embarrassed, Melanie Martinez. She looked down, trying desperately to hide her flushed cheeks.

"Well, you should be able to write more poems for her. Seeing as how you two will be partners for your next end of the year history project." She said as she placed my journal on my desk. She leaned forward and said, with clear aggravation in her voice, "don't let me see it again, Mr. Howell."

I grabbed it and quickly ran out of the room as fast as I could. Tears brimming my eyes as I ran towards the school's entrance, not once looking back.