His POV
I miss *Y/N*. I can't stop thinking about her. After hearing about what happened to her, my life has become a series of emotions. I heard about this while working on The Maze Runner. I run my fingers through the air, imagining I'm running them through her hair.
"I love you and nothing at all is going to change that." I say, trying to hold back tears.
Will Poulter walks in and sees what I'm doing.
"Thomas, what are you doing?" he asks. "And who are you talking to?"
"I'm telling *Y/N* how much I love her." I answer. "She's sitting right here."
"But she died in a car----"
"She's sitting right here!"
Soon enough, the tears escape from my eyes. She died in a tragic car accident a few days ago. Eventually, I start sobbing. As in full blown tears flooding down my face.
"Are you alright?" Will asks, obviously concerned.
"No." I reply. "I just need a moment alone."
He leaves the room. After *Y/N*'s death, all I do is cry. I guess I can think about the fact that she's in a better place now, better than any guy's arms. And that's the good part.
YOU ARE READING
Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines
RandomI was bored and it's really fun. Warning: Some will be really sad.
