The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Im not fine |Monty Green

Request by harperreistfinatic

Prompt #3: "When was the last time you slept?"

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He wasn't fine.

There was no simple question of that.

Eyes fluttering open, you were met with his hunched over figure near the edge of the bed. You were scared to say anything. Not because you thought you would say the wrong thing, but because you knew a single word would break him from thought and bring him back to reality. Except you couldn't leave him in his sleepless zombie state of thought.

"Monty." Your voice was barely above a whisper, his head snapping up in an instant. Yet he never looked back. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Not since it happened, not really." Monotone, no emotion was held in the words he spoke. He was a shell of the boy you loved, holding a face of dignity in front of his friends, whom he believed had lost even more than him.

"Talk to me, please." Tossing the blankets from your legs, you moved to his side. Prominent bags were placed beneath his eyes, forehead wrinkled in worry that never seemed to fade. "I don't expect you to be okay, but I want you to be able to live with yourself."

"I murdered her, Y/N." He snapped, eyes squeezing shut at the realization. "I'm sorry- I'm just so tired- of everything."

"You didn't know Mont. All you knew was that it wasn't your mom, that wasn't Hannah." His eyes stayed closed, hands clasped tight around yours. No matter how much he tried to fight it, tears began to fall down his cheeks. "Your mom was the one that tried to get you out of Arkadia, that told you she loved you the night before. Hannah Green was not the thing that you killed Monty."

A sob unintentionally slipped past his lips, his head falling onto your shoulder. And now, he wore his heart on his sleeve, pouring them out with his tears. Hitched breaths tried to push out stumbled words, your arms wrapping tightly around him.

"Breath sweetheart."

"I lost them both. I couldn't do anything to save them Y/N. My parents are..... gone." Quickened breaths accompanied loud sobs, the boy breaking down in your arms.

"Monty, you need to breath." You urged, pushing him to sit up slightly. His face now blood red, eyes blurry with the tears that still streamed down his face. "I wish there was something I could say- or do to make this better. All I can do is tell you the truth; that it's not your fault. Your dad saved a lot of people, your mom did so many amazing things. But she was gone long before she was dead, and that's not on you."

"I miss them Y/N."

"I know, I miss them too."