Why Dont We Imagines||Wattys2018

60 years || Corbyn Besson

Corbyn stood at the front of the room, in a black suit with his gray hair somewhat done and his eyes red and burning.

He looked around at all the faces, the ones with tears streaming down their face, the ones with the blank look as they watched him, and the ones with shock truly not believing you were gone. He looked at the family you two had created, now with grandchildren and a little one on the way. He looked at the four boys that sat in front of him, the boys he had grown old with; the boys he made Music with, his family.

"We were together for 60 years" Corbyn started already feeling himself wanting to cry again, like he had for the millionth time since he had lost you.

"When I met her, we had just moved to LA, she was studying for her nursing exam in a coffee shop, her hair was messy and her glasses were a little dirty. She looked up at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen and I knew she was the one"

"It took some convincing, but I finally got her to agree to go out with me and boy can I promise you I've never worked so hard for anything in my life" he chuckled causing all the people in the seats in front of him to give a sad chuckle as well.

"When we were 27, we started trying for a baby and she always told me that the greatest thing her and I could ever accomplish was starting a family together, but I think first the greatest thing I ever accomplished was winning her over because without her I would have been so lost"Corbyn paused, turning his head to look at you, his beautiful wife, now laying in a casket.

"We made a deal when we turned 50, that she'd let me go first because I knew I'd never be able to survive without her" he continued as he turned back to look at everyone.

"I always use to let her win, but this was the one thing I always thought I'd win. And now I'm not sure what I'm gonna do"

"Y/n showed me what it meant to live without boundaries, to love without limits. Believe it or not I wasn't always the romantic I am today" Corbyn joked, once again earning a small chuckle from the loved ones, co-workers and friends that had gathered here today to celebrate your life. 

"The last thing she said to me, was that she couldn't have imagined spending the last 60 years with anyone else. I didn't realize that after so long of being with the same person they could still make you feel as special as they did when you were a teen"

"You only get a change with the right person once in your life, and once you have that person dear lord don't screw it up. Everyone deserves to have a y/n in their life and I'm just one of the few lucky ones that  got her for 60 years" he smiled as he looked down on the wedding ring, remember the wedding in Hawaii the two of you had. Remembering the how beautiful you looked as you walked out in that white dress. Even after 60 years he still thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.

"But today, I'm forced to say goodbye to my y/n, even after 60 years you were taken away from me too soon. I'm not sure how I'll sleep at night without you there, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to remember what pills I'm supposed to take in the morning, I'm not sure what I'll do without the little sticky notes all over the house, I'm not sure what I'll do with the emptiness I feel knowing your gone"

"But not a day will go by where I don't think of you, and not a day will go by where I won't miss you.  You will always be in my heart y/n, you will always be my forever" at this point Corbyn and everybody in the room had tears falling down their face as they listened to the old man say goodbye to the love of his life. Corbyn walked over to the casket and placed his hand on top of the beautiful wooden box.

"This isn't a goodbye, it's an I'll see you soon" he whispered, taking one last look at you before walking away knowing that if he didn't do it now he never would be able too.

Your oldest son pulled him into a hug as someone else started to walk up to do their speech, Corbyn was positive he could feel his heart aching in a way he had never felt before. You had been gone all of 4 days, and he felt himself slowly become nothing without you. There was no Corbyn without you.

He came to visit you every week, bringing your favourite flowers every time. He sat on the ground next to the tombstone and updated you on what was happening in the family, what was happening with the boys who had been best friends to you since you had met Corbyn over 60 years ago.

He told you about what was going on in the world, telling you that trumps great grandson was running for president and he was considering moving to Canada, but he couldn't leave you so he'd stay, but only for you, the grandkids could visit in the summer.

He told you how he missed you, how life just wasn't the same without you, how he was lonely in that big old house he had built for the two of you.

He came Wednesday for two years,

Until he was placed in the ground next to you.

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Hi, it's almost 3 am and I'm sobbing my fucking eyes out because of this.

The old man from up is how I picture Corbyn, cute and old and now sad:(