Bendict Cumberbatch Imagines

Crash

Ben is distraught after you unfortunately die in a car crash. This one is sad, sorry.

Warning: *hinted suicide, death, sadness*
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Ben woke up drenched in sweat, he was writhing under the covers. He was expecting you to wake him up before it got this bad, to pull him into a tight embrace, to listen to his every word as he told you everything about the dream. But this time it wasn't a dream. He'd once again been dreaming about that night, and always wondering why. Why it wasn't him who died instead. The one who suffered more injuries.

He could remember so vividly; the hospital lights, you being separated from him as your wounds were tended at different speeds. While Ben was out with a few stitches, your injuries were far more severe. You had hit your head, causing a coma that you weren't likely to wake up from. But he stayed by your side for weeks, until eventually your heart stopped, making his heart break. His heart was now occupied by a black hole that could never be filled. Today, he said that he would visit your grave. He hadn't since the funeral, now he wanted to.

As he calmed down, he stood up and walked downstairs, the silence of the room adding to the voices screaming in his head. The dust danced and swayed around the room just like the memories burned into his brain. He didn't know what time it was, he didn't care, but he still got dressed. He put on one of your favorite shirts of his; one that you would wear all the time. Along with a pair of lacy underwear and your hair up in a messy bun, just the way he liked to see you.

He slipped on his button down and threw on a pair of blue jeans, accompanying them with a pair of black shoes. His hair was short, disheveled, but still fixed. It looked like dawn was breaking pink over the green horizon. Normally, he would smile at the sight, but it reminded him of you. Of how you would stand and take pictures while his arms wrapped around your waist, placing gentle kisses on your neck. Those kisses would turn up later in the bedroom, and oh how those were his favorite moments. The way that you would pleasure him in the best of ways, how your fingers would pull and tug at his hair, your moans, your voice, your body. Everything.

He walked out of the door, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. He quit for you a few months after you'd been dating, but now he thought; What was the point?

He hopped on his motorbike and sped to the cemetery. The road was empty as his heart, the sun barely giving him enough light to see the road in front of him. His hair blew back against the wind, and he shivered against the shade of the trees. After a few minutes of mindless driving, he finally arrived at the cemetery. He froze before he opened the gate, the dead grass and flowers looking all to familiar to him. He stared across the cemetery, as he knew exactly which tombstone was yours.

Sighing, he opened the gate and lit the cigarette, placing it into his mouth and giving it a long inhale. He slowed in his step as he saw those words, your name, and those numbers beneath them. The numbers taunted him, laughed at him, like it was his fault. The flowers he brought were still alive, making him
smirk just the tiniest bit. Even you could give the dying things life.

"(Y/N)." That was the first word he'd uttered in days. He cringed a bit, as if he was hearing his voice for the first time in 100 years, which is was it felt like. "I'm sorry." He apologized, collapsing to the ground onto his knees in front of your grave. "Please, come back to me." His head lolled back to the sky. "Please god, let her live. Take me, instead." Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out his cigarette.

"Ben, don't say that." Somehow, it was you. Your voice, yet he was afraid to turn around. "Please." He turned around to see you, standing in front of him and looking down at him. He looked hopeful for a moment, smiling a bit and looking you up and down, but common sense took over and he looked back at the ground.

"I'm not real, yes. But, please, I don't want you to think like this. You know that." This hurt more; as much as he wanted you to stay, he needed you to go.

"I... know." The tears were streaming down his cheeks like the rain beginning to drizzle down, staining the grey tomb. "I... love you... too much to let you go."

"And that's exactly why you must let me go, Benedict." She knelt down beside him, watching him cry without emotion as the rain started to come down harder. "Please."

"It's not that simple, (Y/N)! I'm never going to find a lover like you. Nobody is going to give me the same love that you can, nobody can!" He was yelling now, sobbing in between the sentences.

"Yes, they can. You just have to find the right person." You paused, looking down from his red-rimmed eyes. "I'm not saying it's going to be easy. Just... promise me that you won't try to get here with me for a while; please." He knew what you were implying, which he'd honestly been implying throughout the weeks that you'd been gone.

"I..." He paused, not being able to make the promise. He simply looked at the ground and blew out a long breath. "I... can't."

"Benedict." You said firmly, taking him by surprise, but he tried to relish in the sound of your voice no matter how it escaped your lips. "Please. You know she'd want this." He nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks and the rain drenching his hair.

"I... p-promise." He nodded when he said the words, and he was going to try his hardest to keep it.

"Good." You nodded firmly, lifting his face with your hands, making him gasp at the familiar touch of your soft hands. "I have to go."

"No!" He reached for your arm, but felt nothing. "Please, don't leave me again."

"I'm sorry, Benedict." Slowly, you leaned in to kiss him on his lips. He relished in the feeling, even though it felt transparent; he closed his eyes and tried to kiss back, but when he opened his eyes, you were gone.

"(Y/N)?" He called out, looking around frantically, sobbing. "(Y/N)!"

And he cried against the tombstone for the rest of the day.

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HOLY SHIT sadness. Sorry I was kinda feeling this today... I'm ok 🙂

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