George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Never Really There

I missed her. My beautiful wife. The woman who taught me how to love, how to feel, how to think differently about life. Man, I wish I wasn't in this stupid fucking chair or I would be kicking some ass and winning her heart back. "George." A voice whispers and I look up to an older woman with sunglasses. "Yes?" She smiles and unties me, holding a gun to my back. "Move." I nod and follow her out of the room I have been stuck in for a few weeks. I sigh and look around, trying to remember the way out of here. "Move." She pushes the gun harder into my back and I walk faster, covering my bare body. We get into a bigger room, filled with people and weird electronics. "What is this?" I ask and the lady pushes me down, closing the door and locking it. "Can I at least get some pants?" I yell and I get no answer. I sigh and face towards the people that will probably kill me if I say one more thing wrong. "What's up guys?" I say and they all just stare at me, making me shake. "George Miller. 24 years of age. Japanese and Australian." The male speaking takes off his glasses. "Do you understand why you are here?" He asks and I snort. "Buddy, I have no idea what kind of joke this is." I laugh out loud and everyone's eyes stay on me, making me gulp. "Look, I have no idea. All I remember is that I was sleeping in my car and I woke up in that chair. Please, I just want my wife-" "Silence!" A woman yells and I look her way, feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach. "You are here because you have failed your mission. To make her happy." The woman takes off her glasses and I start to tear up. "You were sent there for one reason only, to make her wishes come true. And you didn't follow through." I sigh and look down at my feet. "That isn't true." "But it is true." Said another female in the darkness of the rest of the room. "Y/N?" I blurt out and she comes into view, her beautiful glory stands before me. "Oh god, baby I missed-" "Shut up." She says and I freeze in my tracks. "You will kneel before me when you speak." She commands and I agree, getting on my knee. She comes closer and looks into my eyes. "Hello darling." She smiles. "What is all of this, Y/N?" I ask. "This better be some kind of joke." And she kisses me, making me wake up in my bed and sweating like crazy. I looked around and it was dark, outside was quiet, and my bed was empty. I frown and look at the clock, 3:24am and I'm alone in my new apartment. I hold my face in my hands as I start to cry, thinking of the dream I've been having for the past weeks, tonight was different. I finally saw her, I haven't seen her since she kicked me out of our shared apartment so long ago and I feel my heart sink down into my stomach. I stand up and get ready for the day, getting into the shower, mostly standing there and crying. When I climb out, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk into my quiet living room, hoping she'll be in the kitchen making coffee like she used to. I sit on the couch and turn on the TV, looking at the divorce papers sitting on the table in front of me and I feel my blood start to boil. I hate this because I'm still in love with her but she just one day decided I wasn't good enough for her. I take my computer and put on my headphones, working on something I have been putting together since she left me. About a few hours later, I hear knocking at the door. I quickly scrabble for some shorts and slip them on, going to the door and opening it up to my soon ex wife. "Hey," She said and barely makes eye contact. "You forgot these." She hands me a box of clothing and I sigh, "Thanks." I mumble and her hair bounces with her attitude, "Did you fill out the papers yet?" I shake my head and feel my anger start to grow. "Why? So you can update your status to single?" I growl at her and she gasps, turning red. "No... I need them soon." She stays calm and I smirk, knowing that I could make her break but I don't feel like it. I back into my apartment, "Yeah, you'll get them when I feel like it." I shut the door in her face, smiling at my asshole attitude myself. I lay the box down and stare at the divorce papers, feeling my smile fade and my sadness taking over. I open the box and see a picture of us, our wedding day. I smile at the lovely memory, placing the picture down and realizing this box has no clothes, but old pictures of us. All these memories hit me hard and I start to sob, thinking of her. She's all I ever think of, why would she do this to me? Fucking shit. I go to the front door and throw it open, stepping on a piece of paper outside. I pick it up and read out loud:
I would rather spend my life alone,
Than dreaming of someone else.
George, I love you. I'm so sorry for everything. I see now you are happy and I'm sorry for ruining you. I guess there was never really anything there in the first place.

Xoxo Y/N

I feel myself crying again and I tear up the paper, realizing I fucked up everything. I sigh and walk back into my apartment, slamming the door to all my old memories with Y/N.