Prom| Z.H

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(I am naming all characters because it's easier to write imagines with names than it is to write with 'y/n', 'y/bsf/n', and all that)

Emily's pov

"It's just a stupid dance! I don't want to go!" I yell frustrated at my boyfriend, Zach. "Look at me! I am ugly, my hair is gone! Everyone will look at me weird, I can't Zach. Not tonight."

He sighs, and pulls me down onto the couch, wiping away my tears. He's been here every step of the way since I found out I had stage two Leukemia. He's been there for the chemotherapy, on time, every time, even with his bands schedule. He was either with me through face time before hand, and afterwards, or with me in person. Every hospital visit, he was with me. I truly do not deserve him.

"Em, you are stunning. Hair or no hair. If they are staring it is because you are gorgeous." His voice is soothing, but it doesn't completely help.

"I look like a freak!" I say with anger, not at him, but at the world.

Zach stands up abruptly and walks to my bathroom, I follow since he left the door open. He takes out my father's electric hair clipper and turns it on. I nearly scream when he puts it up to his head, and begins shaving his perfect hair.

I grab his arm and stop him, "Zach! What are you doing?" I ask him, looking at him he's insane. He silently takes my hand and lets it fall back to my side and continues what he is doing. When he is completely bald he turns around to face me.

"Now we are the same, if they stare at you, they stare at me too. If they whisper, it's about me too. You think you look like a freak? Well now we both do. You are not alone Em, I love you and I am here with you for everything." I feel tears fall, as I wrap my arms around him and cry into his chest. He kisses my head and whispers beautiful nothings to me as I sob.

He pulls me away, "Now, go up there with your mom, and get ready, okay? I have to run home and get ready, then we will take on the prom together. It's you and me against the world baby."

I wipe my face and lean up, kissing him softly. He returns the kiss but pulls away and sends me upstairs to my mother who was in my room. She helps me into my prom dress, it was pink and flowy and the top was lacy. She does my makeup, and helps me into my sandals, we decided it's best for me to wear shoes that were easier to walk in since I am so weak.

"You look gorgeous honey." She whispers taking a long look at me, my dad steps in and instantly tears up. I hug them both, trying to cry myself.

Zach arrives not to long later, and my parents jaws drop when they see his head. I almost tear up again just thinking about it. He eyes me, and he smiles. He puts the he slips the corsage on my wrist and I place his Boutonniere correctly. My mom takes a few pictures, and then we leave.

"E, you look so gorgeous." He tells me as he opens the door to his car, letting me out. I thank him with a kiss and take his hand in mine letting him lead us in.

As soon as we walk in, anxiety takes over and I want to leave. I.. we get strange looks, and when he sees that I notice them, he pulls me close and whispers 'it's okay.' multiple times. A slow song was on, and he distracts me with a dance. Zach was an easy distraction from the world around me, and from the fact that I was told that my cancer had only spread rapidly and gotten worse, I was on numbered days. They told me when Zach stepped out to use the bathroom. I feel so weak, that my day could be any day now. But I do not want Zach to know.

"Z, I love you." I whisper, in case something happens. "So much."

"Why are you talking like you are going away?" He questions moving so we were making eye contact. I put most of my body weight on him, I feel so so weak. I feel like I could pass out any second. Which isn't good, I need to get to the hospital.

"Zach, my leukemia, it's spread and gotten worse. I am on limited time. I.. feel so tired right now. I just want you to know you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you." My eyelids begin to feel heavy, and this time I am ready. I feel Zach's lips against mine, and after savoring my last few moments, I finally give in to the inevitable.

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Zach's pov

No. No. No. She can't be gone. I fall to the ground with he lifeless body in my arms and everyone gathers around staring. I want to scream at them. Tell them to stop foolishly staring and call 911. But all comes out are sobs. This isn't fair.

"Call 911!" I finally make out, "Stop standing there!"

I hold Emily close to my body, and let tears fall until the ambulance arrives and they put her in a body bag and take her away. I call her parents, and leave. I head to our secret spot, a lake no one goes too and sit on the dock. I let my feet dangle into the water as I replay so many memories. This is where I told her I loved her, I have so many good memories.

I let tears fall as I replay them over and over again.

"I am so mad at you Em." I whisper. "You should have told me. You knew and you kept it to yourself. I could have made you take it easier instead of doing so many different things. You're gone. You are fucking gone. What do I do without you? It's been you and I so long I forget how to function without you."

I pause with my angered and saddened rant to my deceased girlfriend, and sigh. It's not her fault, she would have never chose this for herself but I feel so much blame being put on her from me. It's disgusting I know. I calm myself down before pulling out the promise ring I had planned on giving her tonight.

"This was for you. To promise that I'd forever be yours and you forever mine, but you are gone now. I love you Emily, so much. It hurts to love you this much. I am still yours forever, though you'd want me to move on. I don't see myself ever doing that. When I said forever, I meant it, even after you pass. Goodbye Em, I love you forever." I push the ring back into my pocket and turn away, I can't believe my Em is gone..forever.


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Hi, I kinda rushed on this and it probably sucks ass but here is a sad, but kind of cute(?) zach imagine<3

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