jack gilinsky imagines

no one compares to you ✨📍

"what?" you say, your voice cracking.

"i can't keep doing this y/n. i can't keep pretending i love you. i did at the beginning but now, i feel empty inside. you deserve someone who can always feel this love for you. i'm sorry, but it's not me" jack says, as he zips up his suitcase and gets ready to leave.

you slide down to the floor, with a small thud, as your eyes overflow with tears. and only one thought circling through your mind.

i thought he was the one

and you still think he's the one. despite what he's saying right now, or what his actions are saying to you, your heart and brain are heavily convinced that jack's the one for you.

another thought intrudes.

was this all a lie? he can't just love you for a bit and then fall out of love. right?

you open your eyes to see gilinsky crouched down, trying to look into your eyes.

"y/n" he says, barely a whisper. you look into his eyes and see tears on the brim.

you love the way your name rolls off his lips.
you love the way he holds you
or the way he listens to you when you're feeling down
but no more.

"get the fuck away jack. why are you still fucking here? didn't you say you wanted to get away as soon as possible? didn't you say you didn't love me anymore? get the fuck out of my house NOW!" you yell as you get up, trying to frantically wipe away your tears.

jack nods, grabs his suitcase, and leaves.
and that's the last time you see him.
-30 mins later-
"miss y/n? yes, your boyfriend just passed away"

as you're driving to the hospital, your whole world comes crashing down

although jack had fallen out of love with you, he couldn't stand to see someone like you so low. he wanted to help you but you told him to leave and he didn't wanna stress you anymore. as he got in the car, he started crying. if he didn't love you anymore, why did he care so much? if he didn't love you anymore, why did he want to stay by you and protect you from all worldly harm?
as he was lost in thought, it happened. he had ran a red light and a car had rammed into him. the car spiraled out of control and ended up hitting another car. jack could feel himself slowly being stripped of the life he so desperately didn't wanna part with, at least not until he had a chance to talk to you. as he lay there, waiting for someone, anyone to help him, he thought of you. and your laugh. your smile. your little crackhead moments. how you would hug him if you ever felt sad or how, no matter what had happened the night before, you would always snuggle up to him if you got cold. the last word, the last name this left his mouth before he passed.
"y/n"

you rush into the hospital, not caring what you looked like or how people reacted. "gilinsky, jack gilinsky. where is he?"

as you got to his room, you opened the door and there he lay. you slowly walked towards him, not knowing if this was all a dream or if you were hallucinating. he had so many cuts on his face and body, he didn't look like himself anymore. but you could make out little features.
like the cheeks you would love to kiss when he would fall asleep.
or his eyes and how, when they were open, would look into yours, making you feel like you were on cloud 9
or his lips. oh those lips and the places they would take you.

"jack" you say, the same way he had said your name seconds before he left.
"i love u. i really do. i truly don't care that u died not feeling the same, i love u and want you with me at all times. i can't imagine life without you. please come back. please say this is a joke. i want to be dreaming so bad. i can't do life without you. please." you say, breaking on the inside as you hold his hand.

"no one compares to you"