Shawn mendes imagines

Gone but never forgotten

*Shawn POV*

Dear Y/N,

It's been three months.

I pulled up onto the side of the road of the cemetery and got out the car, the bunch of roses in my hand. She always loved roses.

I miss you. All the time. I always used to have the same response when people asked me how I was. I would reply, "Good thanks, how are you?" I have a new answer. Lonely.

After taking a deep breath, I made my way to Y/n. I walked past the now-familiar names of the deceased and stopped to place a small rose on a grave with no flowers. I had never seen anyone visit the person. Yet nowadays, I hardly see anyone at all.

I'm afraid to admit that the only thing of yours I have kept in your wedding ring. The rest I have given to the kids. It all just reminds me of you and those memories haunt everyday anyway without reminders scattered all over the house.

I finally reached her and I did what I always do: I lay the flowers gently be her headstone. I then proceeded to carefully trace the outline of her name with my fingertip, tears welling up in my eyes as every letter bought with it another memory.

Mother-Daughter-Wife

She was my wife. She was.

Doctors are now predicting that people will be able to live up to 100 years old but how can I live that long without you? What could I possibly do with that extra time but spend it waiting until we have unlimited time together?

I sat down on the bench opposite, talking to her in my head. I updated her on everything that had happened in the last two weeks since I had seen her and I assured her that I would see her again soon. I told her of my plans and of how much I missed her. I said everything until I could no longer think of what to say.

I hope you're ok up there because I'm missing you terribly down here. All the years we have had together, only for you to be taken away. I wish it could have been me. Not you. You didn't deserve this. I love you, as always and as forever.

At last, I stood up with the help of my walking stick and placed me letter next to the roses. I looked at the stack that had built up over those three months and wondered if she ever read them.

"Bye babe, I'll see you soon," I said, blowing her a kiss goodbye before sniffling one last time and returning back to my car.

AN:
Thanks for reading this and I hope you guys liked it! It was kind of hard for me to write this but I think it turned out good? Was it effective?

Also, my question is: How old are you guys? (Not meaning to sound like a creep by the way!)

I am 14 :)