Joly and I say under the apple tree overlooking a deep green meadow. He kissed me and said he wouldn't want this moment to end in a million years. I smiled and he hugged me. Suddenly I heard a gunshot and turned to see Joly on the ground with blood dripping down the side of his face and deep red blood seeping through his shirt. I begged him to stay with me and...
I wake up screaming. Two women sit in stools beside my bed. "Madame, shhh! It's okay! You're fine."
"Where's Joly? Where is he?" I shout at them. "He's gone miss. He's not coming back." Tears roll down my cheeks as I feel my forehead burning up.
I remember last week during the Revolution myself being shot down. I wish I wasn't here now. I want to be dead. To be with Joly.
The last time I would ever see his face and here his sweet voice was when I was shot. He had screamed my name. He had begged me to stay with him. Then I blacked out.
I only see him in my dreams now. But, dreams aren't real, and I would give anything to be with him right now.
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My Imagine makes me so sad. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Anyway, I'm sorry that this is sad, but I think it's a good start to my big book of Imagines.
Thx for reading. 😇✌
I'll post happier ones in the future. Be prepared though. Every once in a while a sad one will come up.
Anyway, see ya!
