Celebrity Interracial Imagines

Dylan O'Brien x Reader

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WARNING: This imagine contains mention of someone who committed suicide. If this topic is too much for you, please don't read.
           

   Y/N'S POV

  Today had been too long already. Work was passing by not fast enough, and my fellow co-workers had been bothering me all day. They were the kind of co-workers that would talk behind your back one minute, but then they would want you to lie for them when they showed up late.
  I was really just ready for my lunch break. Luckily, I only had about an hour left. With that hour, I had lots of work to get that in that time frame. I could get it done, even as I wanted to just go home already.

  Once I began my lunch break, I grabbed some Chick Fil-A and returned back to my job. The second I went to eat my chicken sandwich, my mother called me. This was really odd of her, which was the part that scared me.
  I put down my chicken sandwich and went outside to answer my phone call.

  I asked my mother,"Mom, what's going on? You all right?"

  Mom said to me,"Honey, I don't know how to say this to you, but Darcy, she is gone."

  I was unclear as to what Mom meant, which is why I said to her,"Where did she go? Mom, I haven't seen her since before I moved to California. Where did she go?"

  Mom said,"Darling, I meant she passed away. She is no longer here. One of the neighbors went over to check on her, but she never answered the door. The neighbor noticed her door was already opened, so she went inside. She found her in her bedroom. The neighbor thought someone may have taken her life, but it appears she took her own. She had been gone for a couple of hours prior to the neighbor finding her. Y/N, I'm sorry."

  Tears immediately fell down my face, and I hung up the phone. I rushed inside and grabbed my things, before I ran back out to my car.
  I locked the doors and broke down on top of the wheel, both angry and upset that Darcy was gone. Darcy was my best friend for as long as I could remember, but I felt like I had failed her.

  If I would've kept better communication with her..If I would've known what she was going through. I..I could've stopped her from killing herself.

  My tears continued the whole way home and Dylan had not called me yet. It was unlike him, but if he had called, he would've just received my cries on his end.
  When I made it home, I immediately headed into my bedroom. I crashed on the bed and sobbed into my pillow, wishing I could've done something. This was all my fault.

  Darcy was the closest thing I ever had to second family. Now, she was gone, and I'd never get to make up for the lost time we had apart from one another.

  I looked over at the picture Dylan and I took at his premiere for Maze Runner: The Death Cure and remembered today was our anniversary as well.
  That made me cry harder because I was supposed to go get his gift after work, but I didn't see how I could now. Once I made an effort to get up, I could see Dylan pulling up outside.

  I could not imagine how upset he was going to be about me not getting him a gift. I knew he got me something. I just knew...
 
  I heard the front door open and Dylan yelled,"BABY, COME DOWN HERE!"

  Just hearing his voice, it made me bury my face under the covers and drown in my own sorrow. Dylan jogged up the stairs, and I heard his footsteps get closer to the bed.

  He said,"Baby, what's wrong? It's our anniversary."

  Dylan removed the covers and laid down with me.

  He stroked my cheek and asked me,"What's gotten you so upset?"

  I cried even harder than I thought I could and admitted to him,"Darcy committed suicide. She's gone, Dylan. She..She was the first person to help me get through my own depression and I couldn't even check on her to see if she was depressed either. I'm such a horrible person."

  Dylan wrapped his arms around me and looked me in the eyes saying,"No. You couldn't have known, Y/N. Sometimes, people are afraid to tell you what is really going on. Somethings you want to talk about, but you just don't know how. I know Darcy meant a lot to you and I never got the chance to meet her, but I'm sure she thought of you. You're too hard to forget. Maybe it wasn't enough to stop her, but I know she can see you now. You need to be strong, N/N, but for now, I'll be the shoulder you can cry on. We'll go on the date tomorrow, okay?"

  I nodded and Dylan kissed my forehead, while he held me. Dylan talked to me through anything doubtful that came out my mouth. He knew I needed him, and I was glad he could be here to help me get past Darcy's death. It also gave me time to pick up his gift, knowing he would never leave to be right by my side. Even if he saw the gift right then and there, his support was enough.