wes tucker imagines

; expired

in this world, we all had tattoos.

they were of the date we were supposed to die, the date we were supposed to pass on...

as i lay with my girlfriend, i was perplexed by her words...not understanding how such a thing could occur.

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"wesley...your tattoo...your date...", she trailed off.

"what about it?", i asked.

i was never one to pay much attention to the date..i almost forgot it was there sometimes.

i didn't want to be the one to count down the days until my life was over...everyone else did that...

y/n and i vowed to be different.

"i know i'm not supposed to pay attention to it..but...your date... it was yesterday."

"what? that's impossible, y/n/n.", i say in disbelief.

"wes..i swear. your tattoo says 12/19/16...yesterday's date."

"oh my god.", i say as i realize that she's not kidding. i look down at my torso and see the tattoo.

"do you know what this means?", i ask as tears brim in my green eyes.

"you...you're...", she trails off in a whisper.

"i'm one of the expired..."

being an expired was the worst thing imaginable.

it meant that your date passed, and you survived it..somehow.

this only happened to a handful of people, ever...

now, yeah, that may sound great..but it really wasn't at all.

it meant you had an incurable disease, and you had to live forever...

it was like a mutation.

you didn't get another chance to die, and if you tried suicide,  it didn't work.

being expired meant you were immune to death.

and it was terrible.

"i'm--i'm gonna die one day...and...you never will.. you'll be here forever, wes. after i die, that's it.", y/n started to panic as she searched for her tattoo.

now i fully understood why people worried so much about their dates.

they didn't want to end up as one of the expired.

like me.

well, this was crap!

wondering where my inspiration that i had when i wrote 'mistletoe' went..that's my favorite imagine out of this book tbh.