Imagines H.G.

Just A Dream

Hayes pov

I see her best friend and a few others lined up in front of me. I see Nash and a few of my friends lined up behind me. I see her mother in the front row crying and everybody standing, facing the double doors of the big white church we stand in.

I see the ushers open the doors, reviling her and her dad. Oh my god. She looks beautiful. Her dress flowing behind her. Her hands wrapped perfectly around her bouquet of red roses. Her make up not covering to much of her natural beauty. Her hair placed into a perfect bun with the veil attached.

She looks absolutely stunning. She kisses her dad on the cheek and he hands her to me.

"Take good care of her",he whispers and shakes my hand. I nod and help her get onto the stage.

We stand in front of each other and smile as I feel tear start to trickle down my face.

All of the sudden everything goes black then bright again. I realize I'm not in the church anymore, but in a hospital. I see doctors crowded around her as she spread out on a hospital bed.

I rush over and see her. Her stomach. It's huge. I realize the doctors are crowded around her lower end. I hear her scream and the doctors tell her to push. I see a little hand from in between her legs. They tell her to push one more time and I see the entire baby come out.

They wrap it in a blanket and hand it to me. I hold the new life in my hands and smile. I look at her on the hospital and see she's already looking at me. I wipe some of the sweat off of her forehead and kiss her. I smile even bigger thinking of my beautiful family.

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I open my eyes and the light from the window burns them. I reach over to the other side of the bed to her but it's empty. Shes not there. I get out of bed and go to our baby's room. But there nothing but zans bed.

I rush downstairs looking for them but there no where to be found. Reality hits me and I realize.

It was a just dream.

She's gone. She's moved on. And it's all my fault. My life. My love. All gone because of me.

I sink the the floor and pull at my hair. The tears start barreling down my face and I think about it. She's not coming back. It's my fault she left. It all seemed so real. But no.

It was only just a dream.

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Three imagines in one day. Damn I'm on a roll.

-Mac