Dylan O'Brien imagines

Why are you here? - Mitch Rapp

Heyyy! I'm back with my first Mitch Rapp imagine.

Warning ⚠️: this is a kind I sad imagine that mentions death and suicide. It also includes cute moments between Mitch and the reader.

If you do have suicidal thoughts please talk to someone. I've had them as well I told my parent and even if they haven't fully went away my family and friends are move understanding and help me. It's better that suffering in silence.

Sorry for my rant I hope you like the imagine.
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Y/N's P.O.V
We were all sat around a camp fire in the woods surrounding Stan's home. He let us have a night to ourselves for once. Most people just went to sleep but there were five of us sitting outside. We went round explaining what we're doing here and why we came to Stan in the first place. It was most of the same story they wanted to get a job in the CIA or other places like it. One by one they all left until it was just me and Mitch left.

I didn't know too much about him just that he's a good fighter and that he lost his fiancé because of an attack that the Ghost was behind. It's tragic really. Mitch looked up at me from the other side of the fire. "So why are you here?" he asked after a couple of seconds. I look up at him hesitantly not wanting to remember what brought me here. Mitch must of caught on and took my silence as a sign. "It's ok if you don't want to tell me I don't blame you." He says standing up getting ready to leave. "No it's ok, I've got to learn to get over it sometime." I say motioning for him to sit down. He walks over and sits down next to me.

"So about 18 months ago I was on holiday with my little cousin Lola in Ibiza Spain. We were having a good time at the beach and she was telling me  about how she wanted to become a teacher to and I quote help the younger generation become the beautiful people the world needs. That's when the shooting started, I pushed her out of the way and got shot in the back a few times. We kept running and we were almost out when a man came out of nowhere and shot her, Lola was dead before she hit the sand. She was 19. But the real reason we were even in Spain to begin with was her boyfriend of six years, Alex, was planning to propose to her. When I got home I had to tell him. He was heartbroken and he couldn't handle it. Two weeks later he killed himself, he said in his letter that a life without Lola in it wasn't a life that he could live and all he wants is to be with her so him doing this means he can."

When I finished the end of my story I was crying. I look over to Mitch and he looked broken. "I'm sorry. I know that you were there on that day. I'm so sorry for your loss." I say touching his knee slightly before standing up. "Look just don't tell anyone you saw me cry. I don't need them thinking I'm weak." I say before walking away and wiping my eyes.

"Stop!" I hear Mitch say running up to me. He stops, standing close to me until he pulls me me close into a hug. I tense before relaxing and hugging him back. I start to cry "It was my fault Mitch. It was my fault that Lola died and it's my fault that Alex is gone too!".After I say this Mitch pulls me closer. "Hey listen it wasn't your fault you couldn't have taken down all of those men even with your expert skills and stop anything from happening. Alex he got what he wanted he got to be with Lola. And as for being weak your one of the strongest people I know because you went through Hell and your still you."

We stand there for a couple of minutes just in each other's arms. "Your not as cold as you seen Mitch. You went through Hell as well and you didn't turn into this heartless human." I whisper and I smile when I feel his heart beat faster. "Your best getting to bed Stan will kill us if we're tired tomorrow." With that we pull apart and Mitch kisses my forehead before saying goodnight. Then I'm left seeing Mitch in a whole new light.

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