justin bieber imagines

Eulogy (2)

ok big stuff here guys!!
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this is a collab with mendes4president because I think she's a great writer and she is one of my bffssssss;)
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this actually is part 2 and part 1 will be on her page so go check it out!!
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**this is not originally a Justin Bieber imagine but this part can definitely be applied;)**

<<Written by Merritt>>

I reached the podium, inhaling all the shallow sorrows that filled the room. I exhaled, trying to keep my breathe close, I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep him close anymore.

Slowly, I set my speech in front of me, carefully smoothing out the creases in the paper. I gripped the sides of the stand, embracing the fact that I would crash and burn in a fire of emotions.

I cleared my throat and leaned forward into the microphone.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Frankly, I don't know why I am here."

People gasped, taken aback by my bluntness.

"Eulogies are the most depressing pieces of writing on the planet. That is why I refuse to write one. Instead of telling you how his personality filled the room or how he delivered joy to everything he touched..." I paused and breathed. "I am going to tell you about things you may have not noticed or appreciated about him."

"For those of you that actually knew Shawn," I glanced into the crowd, eyeing his nonexistent uncles and his flaky cousins that hadn't talked to him in years, "you know that he loved to write songs."

"He sang me past my fears, danced with me beyond my doubts. His quiet smile was deafening. His careful carelessness was always surprising. He found beauty in the common."

By now, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them no matter how hard I tried. I had to keep going, I had to finish.

My voice began to speed up.

"He lived in emotional submergence, living openly and feeling deeply. He lived purely and confidently. But most of all, he had faith in life's beautiful madness. Unlike any person I have ever come across, he always thought that in the end, love would prevail."

My hands were shaking, palms sweating. I decided not to finish the cheesy lines at the end of my speech that reminded the world of his absence once again. I folded back my paper and set my hand over it.

"I... I l-loved him. I love h-him. He is the best human being I have ever met."

I stared out into the audience, unable to read their faces through my teary eyes. Silence consumed me.

I began the journey back to my seat, careful not to look at him in the casket. I know that I would never forgive myself if I remembered him like that. He deserved better, I know that.