cameron boyce imagines

like lovers

"like lovers," i begin. i never ever thought that i'd be here, telling everyone in this crowded room about y/n.
the tears blurred my vision, two words in. "like lovers we'd fight. y/n's stubbornness wore off on me, which is really good in arguments with my sister," i say and get a laugh out of the sullen crowd. "but that's not what she ever used her stubbornness for." i explain.
"y/n always used her voice, or her stubbornness to see the change she wanted. to make it happen. and a lot of people idolized her for that." i begin. i had a whole three pages to say. then it was maya's turn. "like lovers, y/n would tell people about me. she hoped to find me a girlfriend one day, and of course, she'd incriminate herself, always getting the response, 'well since you know him so well, you should date him' and jeez did that make her laugh."
"like lovers, we cared for each other. more than every single relationship i've been in, y/n's caring and loving side came through in the simple moments." like at homecoming when she kissed me. like on freshmen orientation she held my hand. like at her grandmama's funeral, when she grasped my arm the whole time. she knew when i was weak, she knew she could lean on me and i on her, it was beautiful.
"like lovers, she'd always make sure i was okay. many of you didn't know, but she was like my manager. she'd come with me to set, she'd travel the world with me. she always made sure i was comfortable in the stiffly suit i was wearing, or the questions that i'd have to answer. she was always more worried about me than herself, even in her final days."
"i will tell you, the most painful thing that you can ever see happen is watching the one you love the most, shrink away." i explained, not being able to keep it together. "watching her fight everyday, made me stronger. made me want to take her place. watching her fall apart and build herself up was the strongest thing you could ever see."
"and when i say, like lovers we love, i mean that no matter what, she had me. she had me when she held my hand at that first doctors appointment. she had me when we kissed at homecoming and she had me when she was too stubborn to admit that she was in love."
"like lovers do, we fought. like lovers do, we made up. and like lovers do, we loved."
"i loved that beautiful girl more than myself. more than the sun in the morning and the stars at night. i loved watching her grow into the woman she was from childhood. i loved running up and down the streets at ten o'clock on a summer night. i loved teaching her how to dance even though she had two left feet and i loved watching her love. watching her donate, watching her bond with my sister, with my father and mostly with my mother. i loved watching her take care of my friends like she would me. that girl right there, she's my lifeline. she's my best friend. she's my only love. she was made for me, and i for her. god had other plans. plans neither of us knew about. but plans that one day, i'll be thankful for. and one day, maybe you, too."
"her biggest thing she told me was that 'the skies open up. all the time for more than you or i could ever know' and that was the last thing she said to me. and now, y/n, like lovers do, i look to the sky and see your impact and i see everything you are. i will never forget you, and i'll never forget the love you bestowed upon me." i look to the casket next to me, and i just wish it were a nightmare. i just wish she could wake up, and i really really just want her to come home to me. but that's never going to happen, because she's dead. and i'm all alone. i always will be. she's the only one for me. she's my beautiful angel, and may she forever fly.

"cameron?" i distantly hear. the tears fly out of my eyes and i take a step down.

"cameron, babe," she calls.

my eyes flutter open and i see the lovely girl in front of me. i gasp, and then say, "slap
me."

"what? no. why?" she asks and holds my face in her hands.

"to make sure this is real." i stutter, out of breath.

"or i could just kiss you, and make both of our lives easier."

instead of kissing her, i just wrap my arms around her warm body and let out a thankful sob.

"baby?" she cooed and ran her hands up and down my back.

"the nightmares," i say and feel her nod. "just don't leave."

"couldn't imagine it, my love."

"i love you," i whimper, my head buried in her shoulder. "please don't ever go. or let me go first."

"i can't promise any of that to you, cameron." her voice cracks, "you're the only thing good for me right now, and i don't know when that time will come." she explains. i take my face out of her shoulder and bring it to her neck.

"but we love through it," i say and she nods. she picks my head up, and she analyzed my face. she rubs her fingers on my cheeks and on my neck. i hold her waist in my arms, and stare at her hands.

"i thank the heavens above for you," i say and gently peck her lips.

"as do i," she says and kisses my lips.