A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

I Will Never Forget You

A/N: So, this one isn't really for you guys as much as it is for me. I know, weird, but I'm trying to cope with some depressing shit right now. Just bear with me.

The mattress dipped a little bit as he sat beside me, putting his hand on my back. "Are you awake princess?" Patrick asked softly.

I rolled onto my other side so I was facing him. "Wide awake, unfortunately."

"Why unfortunately? Are you having suicidal thoughts? Do you need help? Oh, Y/N, please tell me you didn't cut. I wouldn't be disappointed or anything if you were, but-"

"Woah, woah, woah, honey, calm down. I'm not suicidal, I'm not cutting."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Come here." Patrick opened his arms for a hug, which I gladly accepted. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

      "Do you remember one of my best friends from college? His name was Jules."

     "Yeah...?"

     "So, I haven't spoken to him in a few years. Anyone, I was on Facebook, and I found him, so I decided to contact him. We exchanged Skypes so it'd be easier to talk. We're texting, the conversation is normal, and then he just drops this bomb on me."

     "What was it?"

    I shut my eyes, remember the words that made my heart drop and my stomach churn. "He said, and I quote, 'I have no idea who you are.' I kept going through our memories, hoping to trigger something. He said it wasn't amnesia or anything, but he just didn't remember me at all." I took a shaky breath, wiping away a tear. "I gave up talking to him and just told him I had to go."

     "Oh, Y/N, no, I'm so sorry."

      I started sobbing into Patrick's chest. "How do you just forget someone existed, someone you were so close with for four good years? How?" I demanded.

     "I... I don't know, honey. I don't have the answers." He hugged me tighter, stroking my hair with one hand and whispering sweet things in my ear. "I'm so sorry."

      I sniffed. "It's not your fault that I didn't matter to him enough for him to remember me."

     "Princess, look at me," he said softly, pulling away enough for me to look at him with my watery, bloodshot eyes. "You matter so much. You're so special and so wonderful, so sweet and kindhearted. If he forgets someone as amazing as you, then he's not worth caring about."

     "I guess you're right," I mumbled, wiping at my eyes.

     "And you know what? Even if I get Alzhiemer's and I forget everything, the one person I will never forget is you, because you matter too much for that to ever happen."

     "Patrick," I cried, hugging him tighter. "Don't say that. You're not going to get Alzhiemer's, baby."

     "I know, but my point is if that I will never, ever forget you. Never in a million years. I'll remember you for centuries."

     "Thank you, Rick." I kissed him. "I love you."

     "I love you too, honey."

A/N: I'm just depressed as fuck right now for the stupidest reason