Nate Maloley Imagines

Almost

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What's the most depressing word in the
English language?

Almost.

Why? Because it emphasizes that we were almost there, but not quite. That's what happened with my relationship with Y/N.

We've been going out for almost 6 years. I remember the the day we met like it yesterday.

She was sitting on the beach, tanning, when a football hit her right on her head. She always had a tough skin, so she was fine. But she started giving us this attitude. Blabbering on about respect and being total dumbasses. But I don't even know what she said. One of the guys told me. I was too busy admiring her. She looked absolutely perfect. Like a goddess, only angry. I was able to get her number, and a week later we went on our first date. 6 years later, I proposed that day. 6 months later, today actually, we were almost married. There's that word again.

It was 2 days before the wedding. She wasn't nervous for the actual reception, but all the other stuff. Like invitations, food, dj, all the unimportant stuff. I remember she was sitting at the kitchen table, at 2am, with her glasses and her famous messy bun, staring at the computer and papers surrounding her.

I came downstairs and was surprised to find her, considering she said she was going to bed at midnight.

"Babe, what are you doing up?"I asked.
She didn't hear me, still staring at the computer screen.

"Babe"I said again, a little louder.
She looked up at me and rubbed her eyes, pushing her glasses on top of her head.

"Why aren't you asleep?"I asked, massaging her shoulders.
She pushed off her, making her way towards the fridge and opening the orange juice.

"I have so much to think about still. People are still saying they don't have the invitations, and I'm sure someone isn't going to like what's there for food, and-"

"Woah woah woah woah. Why are you worrying so much?"I asked her.

She looked at me like I had 13 heads.
"Um, are you insane?"she asked me, sitting down on the counter. I came between her leg, my hands resting on her thighs.

"Babe, everyone is there to see a wedding. It doesn't have to be a perfect wedding. All that matters is that I'm marrying a perfect girl, and gonna have a perfect life"I said, my hands running up and down her sides.

"You're annoying you know that"she said, leaning in.

"I know"I smirked, kissing her lips.
"I love you"she said, releasing from the kiss.

"I love you more"I said. She laughed and kissed me again.

The next day, she was going to get her nails done and her dress picked up.
She called me before she went.

"Babe I'll be back in like 2 hours"She said.

"That's so long. We need to be together for as long as possible before we're married"I whined.

"Nate, you're such a dork. I love you"
"I love you more"I said.
I wish I said it again. And again. I wish I said I'll come with you. I wish I would've made her wish 5 more minutes. Because she wouldn't have left.

The next call I got was from the police. They called me to tell me they found a woman, with the name of Y/N Y/L/N, found in a car crash. That was the last think I heard before I dropped the phone. I rushed out, crying, to the hospital. I saw them drag her in. They rushed her to the ICU. They didn't let me in. I tried so hard.

"But we're family!"I yelled. "We're almost married!" They still didn't let me in.

I sat in the waiting room, as one of the nurses accompanied me. She told me it was a drunk driver. People started rushing in. My parents, her parents, her family, my family. Her friends, my friends, our friends. Everyone was waiting.

But no one talked to me. I isolated myself. I told myself this couldn't be happening. She would wake up, and tomorrow we would get married. We would live happily ever after, like it's a movie. Except all movies don't have a happy ending.

After 3 hours, they allowed some people to visit her. They let me go in first. I walked in and she had tubes in almost every part of her body. She was scratched up and bruised. I saw all the cuts over her body. But she still looked like a goddess to me. I sat next to her, holding her hand. Her hand was ice cold. I tried to warm it up with my hands.

I sat there, waiting for good news. If I wanted, I could've waited for eternity. But after another 2 hours, they said there was no more brain activity. They declared her dead.

I sat there. I sat there and cried my heart out. What else was there to do? I was supposed to go to bed, happy as the next day, I would be marrying the love of my life. Instead, I watched the love of my life, lifeless.

As I sit here, looking at the wedding plans sprawled out across the kitchen table with her laptop open. I look at the screen, a picture of us, smiling as she showed off her engagement ring. I still had the ring I was supposed to give her today in our room. It was supposed to slip on her finger like a glove. We would be kissing, saying our vows.
I knew I would have to explain it to someone.

We were almost too perfect for each other. We were almost married. And I almost thought it was too good to be true. I guess it was.

Instead of planning out the wedding, I'm now planning out the funeral.

I may have gotten hurt before, but this one hurts the most.And the worst part it, nothing could cure it.
It was almost a happy ending. Almost.