Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #26- Roses (Robbie Kay)

It was a lazy Saturday morning. The sun danced in through my open window, bringing the fresh scent of dew in with it. I sat at my vanity, putting on mascara. Everything in the house was serene. My parents were out running errands, and my brother at his friend's house for a sleepover.

Or, at least it was peaceful until the doorbell rang. Strange. I didn't invite anyone over.

I dart down the staircase, counting each step as I go so I wouldn't miss one. My bare feet touch the cool tile floor, and I groan at my stupid move not to wear socks. I open the door, expecting to see my parents holding their bags of foodstuffs. But instead it was my boyfriend, Robbie.

He was holding a bouquet of roses in one hand, the other grasping carelessly onto his phone. His shoulders were hunched, with large bags under his eyes. Not the perky Robbie I normally see.

"Hey, sorry for not asking if I can come over. But it's urgent." He sighs.

I open the storm door to let him in. Robbie takes off his shoes and plops down on the couch, gesturing for me to come sit by him. I do, but hesitantly. Questions were blurring my cognizance.

Why is Robbie here?

What's so urgent?

Why did he bring me flowers for no reason?

And why did he look so saddened?

Robbie clears his throat and begins to speak:

"Haevlynne, I've got some news."

"What is it you need to tell me?"

"I got a new acting job." He sighs.

"Oh my goodness, Robbie! Congrats! But why did you have to come all the way to my house to tell me?"

He exhaled once more.

"Because, darling, it means I'll be moving. I leave for California tomorrow morning. I didn't want to tell you sooner...out of trepidation, I suppose. I didn't want you to be sad."

I was at a loss for words. Robbie was moving? It was all too much. Why hadn't he told me?

I let out a choked sob and bury my head into his shoulder, dampening his shirt with my tears. He places a gentle hand on my back, rubbing slow circles to try and comfort me.

"These are for you." He whispers in my ear. He picks the bouquet of flowers up form beside him and hands them to me. With trembling hands, I take them.

"I want you to know that as long as at least one of those flowers are alive, I will always love you. It's only for a year, Haevlynne. I'll be back before you know it. I'll call and text you everyday, I promise. I-I love you." Robbie gives me one last hug, a single tear trailing down his cheek.

He gets up and picks his shoes up from the ground, not even bothering to put them on. With one last wave goodbye, Robbie shuts the door behind him, leaving the roses and I behind.

I peer back down at the ruby red roses sitting in my lap. There were 12 of them, all wrapped nicely in the clear plastic. But one seemed off. As I looked closer, I noticed that one of the roses has been replaced by a fake, plastic one.

I burst out into tears once more.

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Another depressing imagine for you guys :'( I got the idea for this one from some instagram post a while ago...idk.

This is for @asian_pride_!!!! I hope you like it :)

This is probably the last one for tonight <3 Love you all!

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