Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Finn Harries (sad)

Based off the song in the sidebar
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You clicked your old video for the eighth time today, tears were still rolling down your face from the last time you watched it.

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"Hey guys!"

"Today is Finn and I's first date-iversary. Yay!"

"YAY!" I turned the camera to face Finn. He waved at the screen and I smile.

"Anyway, so I've been really bored so I started to make a random video, but I decided to have a live stream." I go on to talk about random shit until Finn ran in and jumped on the bed.

"Do you want something from Nando's?"

"Uhhhh... yeah whatever I get usually! Take my car. And come back before you go to Jack's!"

"Loveeeeee youuuu!" The front door slammed closed.

"That's the man I've chosen to marry," you laughed, "He's going to buy me food and go away. He loves me enough to buy me fooooood!" I answered some more questions from the sidebar and when Finn came back he sat down for a bit.

"Finn thinks that my videos are weird because most people don't make videos after they get married! Comment what you think! I wanna knowwwwwww!" Finn just sat and laughed. We talked, just had a conversation, but the camera kept running. I left the camera running as I watched Finn's eyes glow with happiness when he looked at me. I didn't feel as empty as I used to. I wasn't as lost as I had been. He saved me with his pretty blue eyes and cheeky smile. He saved me with quiet words and soft kisses. He saved me with cheekbones and a golden wedding ring. The kind that knocked against the keys when I typed up my romance novels. The kind that reminded me what true love was when I ran out of ideas.

"Jack's wondering where I am. I'll go now. I love you!"

"I love you too," I smiled, leaning in and kissing him. When he pulled away both of us smiled and he walked out the door.

"So, what should I do now?" I ask the screen. Eventually I got bored of doing stuff so I left the computer running while I wrote and ate the food that Finn bought. People sent me tweets and comments and I did some of the challenges they asked me to do. If just gotten back from putting pepper in all of Finn's hoodies when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked enthusiastically. My face dropped, my hand went slack and I ran out of the room, the phone hitting the ground with a broken clatter.

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I paused the video and mentally replayed everything that went on after that. Jack was waiting in a car outside the front door. I ran for it and got in, grabbing his hand and asking him if what the doctor had said was true. He nodded in defeat.

"A drunk driver. The other guy's dead. Finn's not, but..."

"The other guy deserved it." I wish I could've taken back the amount of venom in my voice at that moment. He held my hand on the way to the hospital. I used my teeth to chew the ring around my finger. I'd worked at it so many times with my teeth that it still had marks on it. Even today it did. Eight years later.

Jack left the car running outside the emergency room and we both ran in. They ushered us to Finn's room. I stopped outside the door to stare at the scrawled handwriting that said 'Harries' in red letters. He'd been here for twenty minutes and his name was already on a plaque outside the door. Jack slammed open the door and I looked at Finn. He looked dead, his head was down on the pillow, his chest was exposed and cuts and bruises marked it. His head was bandaged as well as his legs. He was in a shock induced coma. He would wake up soon. He would have a few minutes. He would die. I needed to be there for those few minutes. I needed to see him in those few minutes, but something went wrong. I walked into that room and touched his almost cold hand and his heart stopped. He was finished. He was gone. Jack carried me out of the room kicking and screaming, thrown over his shoulder like a potato sack. I cried into his shoulder. He told me I didn't do anything. I told him I was the one to not stop him from leaving for Jack's. Jack blamed himself for not letting him be happy with me for longer.

I clicked the play button. It showed the exact shot I was sitting in now. Ot showed it exactly as it still was, minus the three orange bottles that always sat next to the bed. The screen showed the camera die and the video stopped. I turned onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow. That day, after Jack hugged me and told me it was his fault I refused to get in a car. Not his car or my brother, Alfie's, car or Zoe's car or anyone's car. I walked home in the pouring rain. I walked the fifteen miles home in the freezing UK rain in nothing but a thin cotton sweater and leggings, with a procession on three cars behind me. Zoe and Alfie drive off at mile eight. Jack followed me home and started a fire while I changed and we sat by it crying for the entire night. And then we got a call from the hospital. Finn was in a transcending coma. The couldn't kill him, he couldn't feel it, he was asleep. He wasn't hooked up to any machines. He didn't move, he didn't eat, he didn't sleep. He was basically dead, but he wasn't. He was persistent. Jack drove him home to me. He stayed on a gurney next to my bed. Our bed. He was still there today.

I glanced over at the almost dead figure. He was breathing normally, his breaths long and slow. Sometimes I'd pretend he was asleep. Just pretend. For the last eight years Jack and his wife lived in the room next to mine. Finn and I existed in perpetual grace. I wrote sad books. Jack got them published. That was all. I didn't do press, or interviews or pretty much leave Finn alone. It was unhealthy, as my therapist would say, but I'd agreed to stay with Finn in marriage and I wasn't about to abandon him now. Or ever.

Forever and Always.

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I didn't know how much i could rethink my life until I read Looking for Alaska by John Green.

Hope you enjoyed that sadness I wrote. I had a really good idea last night but I fell asleep and I forgot in the morning.

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Peace love Spock
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Shivi